Old dog gets da cookies

Whelp, today my ayngshunt brudder showed he iz still da bestest feef ebber.  Mama filled owr boles fer supper an' putted Hugo in da kitchin, me at my spot in da eetin' room an' Vito in hiz crate (ware he goze awl by hisself az soon az she pix up da boles.)  We awl did whut we iz spozed to an wuz eetin' nice.  Suddinly Mama jumps up an' runs fru da kitchin gate jus' in time to catch Hugo suckin' up cookies as fast as he can.  A parent lee he kin still reech doze hard to git at playses.  She chased him owt an' tried to keep me frum runnin' in to finish da job.  An' she did it, too.  Kep me owt.  Nex he ran behind Mama's chare wif Vito on his tail an' Vito jus' kep sniffin' an' breevin' in da cookie smell an' I bet he cud evin tayst dem on Hugo's breff.  Ennyway, we ar awl in owr corners now an' droolin' an' dreemin' abowt steelin' cookies.  
Yer never too old to be bad, I gess.  Or luv cookies.