Waneboze ar lucky

Da udder nite we  had da most bootyful waneboe.  It wuz hi up in da sky an' it went frum wun side to da udder. Even better, it wuz two waneboze!  An' da furst waneboe got briter an' bigger, an' wider until it looked wike a meerickle!  It wuz da prittyest fing I hav seen (sept fer a fwesh meetlofe).  Hugo told me it wuz vewy lucky to see a waneboe (he sez spell it rain-bow but I don't beweev him.)  But he wuz rite abowt da lucky part.

Dis day, Mama wuz heetin' sum lunch.  She did try to carry it to her desk, but it tippeded on da way.  Sooooo, I gotted a meetbawl (turkee - yum!) an' 2 sketties wif cheez in dem.  Hugo sez day ar revy oilies or sumfin' like dat.  Whut dey ar iz deelishus!  Oh, yea, an' I gotted garlick bwed wif it.  We also gotted to lick up her dwink :).  She wuz not verry happy abowt it an' she did not hab a replays mint for it eever.  So YUP, waneboze ar lucky!  Now we ar gonna hav owr day-ly race awownd da bak yard.  Mama haz da pooper skooper an' we try to beet her to - whelp, you get da pitcher!

Pickled at da piknik

We habbed a Laber Day - wate a minnit -  Hugo sez it's L-a-b-O-r Day.  Dats whut I sed, Hugo!  Laber Day!  Ennywayz, Mama wuz cukin' an' bakin' fer 2 hole dayz.  Papa eben paynted da front porch...why I do not unnerstand.  But ennyway, Peeples started comin' an' dey brot MORE food!  An' da food tabel wuz gettin' reelly reelly full.  I wud stand up - not tuch it, jus' look - an Mama wud yell "DOWN, ARF!"  An' dis happinned a nickzillyun times.  I did not get tired, but Mama wuz warin' down...I cud tell.  Den, wen she went to get sumfin', I sneeked over to da food tabel, stood up, an awlmost gotted da hole fing ov pickles!  Reelly, I did!  But Papa seed me an' I had to make a kwik getaway.  However, I did push it over.  An' dere wuz pickle joose evryware! Me an' Vito cleened it aaawwwlll, up - an' boy it wuz yummy!  We did not get da chikky wings, nope, an' no hammy burgers - not eben a hot doggy.  We did, howebber get lots ov dropped chips, home made doggy treets brot by Antie Pam...an' Vito scored dip an' tater salad!  As a treet Mama gave us eech baby maters an' sum brockly too!  An' wile Vito wuz sleepin on Papa's lap last nite, he had sum reelly neet smellin' gas!  Mama sed it wuz peeeyyooooeeey, but I fot it wuz AWESUM!

Mebbe I'll tell more da nex' day...bye!

A reelly purty day

Dis iz da mos bootyful day I hav ebber seen.  Da breez wuz cool an' gud, da sun wuz shiny, da birdies wuz singin'...'sept fer da baby hawk dat skreeches awl day...an it wuz awl pawfeckt.  Well, almost.  Da grownd iz cuvvered wif nuts.  Mama sez it iz wike wawkin' on marbles - whutebber doze ar.  So she gotted a rake, a big ol' leef rake, an' started rakin' awl doze nuts into piles.  She iz up to abowt seven big BIG piles ov nuts.  Iz she dun?  Nope.  Sheez probly gonna hav a gazillyun piles befor she iz dun.  But at leest we can wawk across da yard to da safe spot ware we hab no nuts.  I bet sheez gonna donate doze nuts to a skwirrel farm or sumfin.  I wunder.  Whut do ya do wif a trucklode ov nuts?  Hmmmm....I fink abowt dat wile I'm sleepin'.  Hope I don't dreem abowt hyooj chickmunks er sumfin' skerry like dat.
Nitey nite, awl .  

Bein bassety pawt 2

I fergot da most impawtant fing abowt bein' a basset.  Da noze.  Fer zample, dis day I laid by da kitchen gate wif my noze stucked under it and I wined.  And I wined.  And I wined sum mor.  Mama had dwopped a Speshul K on da flore.  Dats rite.  Just wun.  But I cud smell it an' it wuz dwivin' me cwazy!!  So I dwove HER cwazy until she camed an' opened da gate.  So I cud get dat widdle Speshul K.  I wuz hopin' she wud giv me mor, but no such luck.  Such iz da life ov a basset noze.  Dats ok cuz I fownd a tishoo later on - an' it wuz gud!  I smell dinner cukkin' now, so I gotta go an' keep my noze neer da gate...just in case.

Bein' bassety

Today I wuz finkin' 'bowt whut it is wike to be a basset.  Snuggly.  Drooly.  Stubborn, but not evry time.  Fast an' slow.  Yup, togevver...fast 'n' slow.  Playful, silly...sumtimes goofy.  But wun fing peeple don't awlways notiss iz we ar careful.  Leery.  Thotful.  Not impulsive.  Not uzhully, ennyway.  Bassets ern trust an'  trust carefully. Maybe dats cuzza ware we came frum, or maybe we iz born wif it...don't reelly know.
I do know dat I bin a gud boy fer kwite a wile now an' az I am draggin' Daddy's pants owt ov da baffroom, Mama iz not watchin' cuz she be too trustin' hehehe.  She finks I am over bein' nawty.  Well, mostly.  But O I wuv doze buttins.  Dey iz so crunchy.
But dis makes me fink ov a hyooman fawlt.  Too trustin'.  Dat iz why dey get dere harts broken so eezy.  Dey reely beleev dat a fwend iz a fwend.  Dey ar so hurt wen anudder pawson goze for da frote.  But see?  Dat iz wy we bassets play fite wif eech udder...den we ar prepared.
We do miss owr fwends an' famly wen day go away.  But we lern to liv NOW, in da moment iz whut mama sez.
Mmmmm...an' she shud reely try deez crunchy buttins.  Oh...an' I'm not werried cuz I am shur she will put a noo wun on fer nex' time.  BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!