The first time I saw Peggy-Sue, she was eight weeks old. I looked into her tiny face and I adored her. She was a creamy white color, with apricot splashes and her nose was a peachy, brown, heart shape. I had no idea back then that she was from another galaxy; she looked like a real poodle to me.
Well, let me tell you, she is anything but a dog. Oh sure, she would fool most people, but I have seen her real identity, that peculiar little creature that lives under all that poufy hair.
I know that she sent for back-up. Puppy just appeared on our doorstep, but I believe aliens dropped him off.
Puppy looks like a poodle too, but his true nature peeks out from beneath the hair that covers his eyes. He peers out from under his fluffy bangs in that sneaky way he has, and he watches us.
I’m not as sure about Charlie, my little black poodle, but since he was neutered, he hasn’t been quite himself. I swear that if I had known that they would castrate him, I wouldn’t have had it done. I thought they would give him a vasectomy.
Anyway, I guess he has a sound reason to act strange and I really think that he is just a normal, silly dog and not an alien like the other two.
I don’t know what the two white poodles plan to do with the rest of humanity, but they have taken over this family and we are prisoners in our home. I continue to resist, but they have total control over my husband’s mind. They manipulate him in strange alien ways, and he obeys their every command.
Peggy-Sue won’t eat unless he sits with her and she likes to bite somebody before she eats. She has many rules about eating. I guess the traditions on her planet are quite different from those of earth dogs. For instance, she forces my husband to get out of bed, (if he is asleep, she wakes him up) to get her water and food.
She uses a variety of alien signals. I have begun to de-code these messages, but I pretend I don’t understand her; it would take more than an alien poodle to get me out from under the warm covers!
She has such a sweet baby face that it’s hard to believe she’s an alien poodle and when you see her, you may doubt my story or even believe that I’m crazy.
I am contacting you at the Men in Black Program because I am sure you’ll be interested in studying her and trying to track down her siblings.
In addition, I hope you can help release her alien influence on my husband’s brain. Maybe you could give him shock treatments or cough up a few of those designer drugs you’ve created with my tax dollars.
Please be careful when you enter our home, remember, they are not dogs and they are dangerous! You may need to bring a S.W.A.T. team to take them out of the house, because until my husband is de-briefed–HE WILL RESIST YOUR ATTEMPTS TO SAVE US!
Peggy-Sue, the tiny poodle has him completely under her control. He doesn’t even suspect that she is running our lives or that she is in charge of this home.
I don’t know why she picked our family or why she summoned Puppy here to help her, but I feel that they are gathering strength and soon I will be sleeping alone, condemned to the spare room while they lounge on my bed; cuddling my husband, eating my snacks, maybe even wearing my clothes.
Seriously, I caught Peggy-Sue trying on my underwear last weekend. She had it over her head and I wasn’t about to ask her for it back or show her the correct way to wear it.
As I sit here typing, they are all three at my feet, watching, waiting for me to try to escape. I fear for my life, so please come soon and capture these alien poodles from Hell. You must prevent the take-over of our planet by these devious creatures, because they only appear to be dogs. They are not. Aliens they are, that you can believe.
I am a prisoner in my own home, so please come soon,