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!