Da mornin' after...

This mornin' mama wuz petting me and she sed "EEEEW! Arfur! Whut iz on yer hed?" Duh! Last nite Daddy gave me a emtee ice creem box. It tasted soooo gud! An' I smelled GRATE! My head wuz all crusty wif dried on ice creem. Too bad her noze is not like a basset. She cud not tell I smelled like mornin' drink ice creem. Hmmm...whut's dat called? Let me fink...Moon Doggie sumfin'...coff...COFFEE! Dats it!! Coffee. Now I gotta go find somethin' else to smell like cuz she washed it all off. Off to the yard I go...