It's been awhile since we opened up the old mailbag, so let's dive in.
Rosie the Rhodesian Ridgeback, writes: "Dear Lilly Faye, I like your turkey. What's his name?"
Lilly Faye: He isn't a real turkey, Rosie, so he doesn't have a name. Real turkeys are mean. They attack you with their spurs, and then you have to go to the doctor and get a shot. I decided to go with a paper turkey from the stationary store, instead. I think he's pretty.
Lilly Faye: Otto the Otterhound, writes: "Dear Frank, what are you cooking for Thanksgiving?"
Mr. Frank: Thanks for your question, Otto. I plan to fry a turkey this year.
Lilly Faye: That can be dangerous, Frank. If you set the turkey fryer too close to your house, you can accidentally burn your house down!
Mr. Frank: No worries, Doll Face. That's why I plan to use your long driveway.
Alfie Cat: If anyone wants to make a rabbit stew, just let me know. Also, you're all getting a lucky rabbit's foot for Christmas.
Dizzie: Not so lucky for the rabbit!
Lilly Faye: I'm not even going to ask.
Next, Sarge the Shepherd, writes: "Cali, have you ever been in the military or served on the police force?"
Cali: I'm a civilian, Sarge, but I have been through the Citizens Police Academy, I'm a Neighborhood Watch block captain, and I guard the home front.
Lilly Faye: And she's very good at it, too. No one sneaks past Cali.
We have one last question from Chico the Chihuahua. Chico writes: "Dizzie, you talk about your girlfriend Willow all the time. Why don't we see more of her?"
Dizzie: Unfortunately, Willow lives out of town. Ours is a long distance romance, but when we get together, it's epic!
Lilly Faye: O--kay. That's all for now, Dear Readers. We always love hearing from you, so keep those cards and letters coming.