Helpful houndies

Now, furst fing I shud tell yu iz Hugo iz az old az durt.  He sumtimes haz pwoblems makin' it to da doggy dore, speshully wen he bin sleepin'.  He wakes up an' finks if he wawks fru a dore, he iz owt.  NOT.  Sumtimes he ackshully goze fru da doggy dore an' can't find owt how to get back innit.  So he woofs.  And he woofs.
Ennyhow, dis mornin' Mama coms down da stares an' seez a puddle by Hugo's chare.  Wile she iz gettin' stuffs to clean it an' spray it, she stops in da washer room to put on slippers.  Hmm...somfin' did not feel rite.  Takes her footie owt an dere iz sumfin brown on it.  EEeeeeewwwww!  Now ware did she step in dat??  Yup, neer da puddle.  So after she cleened it offa her foot, gotted her shooz on, mopped up da puddle an' sprayed it wif pee stuff, she went fer tishoo to pick up da pooper ware ebber dey were.  Only 2 wuz left - da wun she pikked up an' da wun I pikked up!  See?  I helped her owt an' so did Vito hu gotted sum befor Mama gotted dere at awl.  So Mama only had wun widdle piece to pick up an fro away.  An' yu fot houndies cud not help cleen, rite?  Hehehe.  Never under es - ,er, esti, uh...wemember we kin do ennyfing if we wanna.  Now to get my turkey treet...
Later!
Arfur