Dear Sadie,
When I opened the door this morning and asked you to "go", I meant "go potty". I did not mean, go out the door, jump right over the 5.5' tall privacy fence, run down the driveway and take off down the street. I am sure that you and the neighbors got a kick out of seeing me running around in my pajamas yelling for you, and eventually having to get the CAR to chase you down.
Oh, and the candy canes on the tree are not for you.
Love,
Mom