End ov da yeer fots

Finking ov dis past yeer, I reelize dat I am a lukky boy. Even tho I habbed two toofies pulled - wun dat I broke on a buttin frum my daddy's jeens, I am a helfy boy. I hab a nice home an' a fambly dat luvs me lots. Even tho I losted my sister cuzza bad peeples, I hab my two brudders to play wif. I do get sad, but den Vito butts me an' gets me playin'. I get lotsa gud food an' yummy treets. Peeple com to Camp Arfur to vizit an' play an' it is fun. Best ov all heer iz a brandy noo yeer to start awl over agan an' try to do fings bedder. Evry yeer I bin gettin to be a bedder boy...not so nawty az I wuz before. Mebbee dis yeer I wiww get eben bedder still.
So ennybuddy reedin' dis - have a reelly happy, helfy, lovin' new yeer. An' 'member to treet peeple nice an' give fanks fer awl da gud fings awlways - an' maybe eben da bad fings, too cuz den da gud fings seem gudder.
May evry day be a sunny day in yer hart -

Arfur 2010

I am a lucky boy

Today iz da day I got gotted by my Mama an' Papa. I am such a lucky boy to hav Camp Arfur an' peeples hu luv me an' 2 brudders an goties to bark at an' a nickzillyun toys an' awl da hedjyhogs I want an' jus' evry fing!! I say fank yu to da grate Spirit hu rools da hole werld an' I herd Mama cawl doG (I turned it rownd fer my own unnerstandin'). Fank hevven fer my home an' famly. Gotta go get my new hedjyhog frum my rotten widdle brudder hu stole it frum me.
Later,
Arfur

Waitin' fer da man

Vito an' me ar goin' to bed erly so Santa will com soon, but Mama an' Papa ar sellybraytin' a birfday furst. Da burfday ov da King. He was da furst an' bestest prezent to awl da hoomans on erf. Ennywayz - cant wate till mornin' ...back to reel fud!

Merry Cwistmas evrybuddy!

Arfur

Weecuvery - owwww

I am finking I wike doggy food inna can. I had lost 2 more pownz an' am down to 46 frum 56 originally. Doc sed da 48 wuz gud, but da 46 iz too wibby. MOR TWEETS! MOR TWEETS!! BIGGER FUD!! But fer now, it's mushy stuff. Iz pasta fattenin'? Dis mornin' I habbed pasta wif hamburger an' weftover chikky gravy an wots ov cheez onnit. Dere iz no Cwissmiss heer dis yeer or eben at gramma's. No turkey or ham, no stuffin' or yams. I wanna go to da diner!

Arf - feelin' a widdle bedder on Cwavamox an' Rimmydill.

My twip to da vetman

Dis mornin' I noo sumfin' wuz up cuz Mama fergotted to feed we...all of we...me most ov awl. Den she taked me for a wong, cold wawk down da street - we nebber ebber wawk down owr stweet. Ebber. Den I hopped in da car an' we went byebye. I luv goin' bye bye - but not dis time. Az soon az we gotted dere I noo I wuz in twubble. I tried to get bak in da car, but Mama habbed me on da doggone leesh an' I hadda go ware she went. I twied not to go in da dore, but, well, yu no. Day taked me offa my leesh an onto dere fingy...tryin' to fool me da hole time wif da "whata gud boy - oh izn't he hansum? Weel take gud care ov yu!" ---- NOT!!! Furst, no fud, no wadder, no Mama. Den a SHOT! OWWIE!! Da nex fing I wemember, I wuz wakin' up frum a nappy wif 2 teef missin'! Da wun I broke on da medal jeens buttin (Mama sed I tole yu not to chew buttins!) an' a big wun in da bak dat leeved a big ol' hole - doze ar whut wuz missin'! Den Mama came an' getted me an still duz not wemember she did not feed me today!! I AM HUNGRY!! I surched da car - no fud. I ran in da kitchin...nuffin I cud reech. Wud sumbuddy pleez feed me??? I ran owt da doggy dore an' dere wuzn't even enny poopsikkles left! Tomorro I gotta hab 2 pills...fer da owchie an' fer da feckshun. Hugo sez dis be nuffin' - he habbed wots ov toofies pulled awl at wunce.
Gotta go back to whinin'. Mebbee Mama wiww wemember my tummy iz on "E".

Vito iz finkin' bowt da holly day

Da udder day, I wuz tryin' to take a nappy an' Vito wuz runnin' into da toy box, diggin' rownd, draggin' toyz owt into da livvin' room. Bak an' forf he went agan an' agan. At da end he laid down to take hiz nappy - in da middle ov a nickzillyun Krissmuss toys!! Now he duz not jus' do diss at da holly day. My brudder habs a Krissmiss fed dish. He jus' luvs Santa an' elvs an' bares wif Santa hats an' candy cane fingys - jus' ennyfing to do wif Krissmiss. An' yesterday Mama wuz playin' da classy icicle moozik abowt da baby Jesus an' da star an' da wize mens an' Vito laid dere an' huffed big breffs like diss: [SIGH] [moan] [SIGH] He jus' wuvs evry fing abowt dis holly day. Do yu fink he iz abby normal? I nebber met a doggy wif a Krissmiss fed dish befor. I luv da toyz, but I wuv ALL da toyz. But Vito: only red an' green an' wite toyz abowt Krissmiss - awl yeer long! Rite now it looks like owr toy box 'sploded Santa toyz evryware! An' I bet yu a prime rib dat heez gonna beg Mama to put on hims Krissmiss swedder.
Uh-oh...I jus' herd a roomer dat I mite be seein' da vetman today! I bedder go hide!

Blanket wars - continyooed

 Had me a reelly gud sleep last nite.  Dont fink Mama did, tho.  Vito wuz playin' wif da cuvvers agan and wen she wokeded up, ALL da fluffy cuvver wuz on her, Vito wuz on her legs, I wuz on her hed awl snuggled in her hares (an' she sez I drool - ken yu imadjin dat?) an' da sheet wuz rapped in a bunch arownd her arms wike a mummy!  She cud not reech Papa or get up or nuffin'.  Hugo wuz woofin' an' woofin' an' she wuz tryin' to wake up an' get up to see whut wuz hims woofin' abowt.  But I fink we habbed her pinned pwetty gud.  She wuz not gettin' ennyplace.  An' to make it awl even bedder, our daddy wuz snoozin' away compleetely obvyuss...not it, is it....oblivy...phooey!  He did not heer a fing!!  I fink Mama got her mornin' werkowt jus' gettin' owt ov dat tangle!  BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! 

An' wud yu beleev dat awl Hugo wanted wuz hiz bwekfist hehehe.

Later,
ARfur

Sniff - sniff - sniff

Sumfin' iz on my snooter an' I cant figger owt whut it iz.   Hmm...smells gud like Mama's jar ov ovals.   Not ovals?  Er, olavs...olivs - yeah - olivs dats whut it iz.  Mama sed to com by her an' she patted me on da eer an' den SWOOSH swiped me across da snooter wif dis - whutebber it is - stuff.  It taked away my dry crakkly noze an' made it awl soft an' smooshy agan.  But it left me wif dis...dis smell!  It be drivin' me cwazy an' I cant stop taystin' my noze!!  Oh well, at leest it iz a gud smell an' my snooter iz kissable wunce mor.
Later,
Arfur

Speshul day today

Dis day iz da burfday ov my brudder Hugo.  Whelp, at leest hiz burfday to hiz noo life - it iz wen he came heer.  So I be reelly gud to him - furst, I shared da sofa wif him dis morin' fer owr nappy.  Den, I let him find da lost cookie.  I bet Mama iz gonna do sumfin reelly gud fer da ole man, too.  We finks he be abowt 14 now but no buddy reelly noze dat.  He acks it.  He gets lost goin' frum wun plays to an nudder.  He woofs for no partickeler reezin.  He totters sumtimes (but he still runs fer food!)  An' he kin still jump - he haz awl kindsa meddles an' papers sayin' he da champeen jumper.  But he cannot jump DOWN, only up...so Mama gots to reskew him alot.  He iz a sweet ol' fella - luvs da cat an' shares hiz food wif her an' duz not run after her wike a sertin sumbuddy we no.  He luvs Papa abov evrybuddy on erf.  He stans an' looms over him evry mornin' till he gets hiz hug an' skritch frum Papa.  He habs hiz very own camo shirt...reelly!
So Happy Burfday, Hugo!  Da ol' man ov Bloobird Akers.

Midnite woofer

My brudder Hugo iz old.  He iz so old he 'members Shadow da lab an' Blossom an' da Scottish twolegger too!  Now he iz very for...forg - aw, heck, he forgets stuffs.  Hiz noo trik iz to sleep fru Mama's last cawl, den go owt abowt midnite.  Owt da doggy dore he goze, awl by hisself.  A liddle bit later we heer "Woof!  Woof! Let me in!! Woof! WOOF!"  Dis wakes da Mama an' down da stares she hobbles (she sez sleepy neez dont werk rite) to let da ole man in. He can nebber 'member how to come bak IN da doggy dore eben doh he went OWT da doggy dore.  (I ackshully fink he iz playin' Mama to get cookies).  Den bak up da stares, bak in bed, until abowt 4 an' he duz it awl over agan. :)  Mama sez she iz shur da naybors luv us.

Vizzit from Antie Vi

Da day befor today I wuz da lukkiest hownd!  Furst, da hole howse habbed da most noze tikkling smell!  YUM!  It wuz evry place an' den it wuz joyned by an nudder smell - sweety taters witch we LUV!!  I fot da day cud not get enny bedder, but it did!  Furst, Antie Vi camed in wif her mama - a sweet lady hu iz neerly pawfeckt.  I will 'splane later.  She came wif a hyooodj bag ov doggy treets...O jus' da fot ov it!!

 Scyooz me, I gotta wipe my flews on da cowch - dis habs me droolin'.

Ok, now on wif da story.  Dey satted in da kitchin wile Mama wuz werkin' an' dey wuz eetin' da pre-dinner goodies.  Dey habbed spinich dip wif chips - Hugo luvs da spinich.  Dey habbed torteeya chips an' salsa...an' dis iz ware we fownd owt Vi's mama wuz pawfeckt...an fer evry chip her mama habbed, we eech gotted wun.  Mama's rools went rite owt da window :).  Yippee!  Den wen Mama sed dinner wuz reddy,dey went into da eetin' table an' den - gess whut?  Antie Torrie showed up!  It wuz gwate!!  An' dat wunderful fray grans - well it wuz a ham!  Not jus' enny ham,but a JIANT ham!  But not fer us :(.  We did get lots ov sweet taters an' peeses ov roll, oh, an' wunce in a wile a pee wud eskape sumbuddy's eetin' fingy.  But whut a wunderful day it wuz!  We gotted a yeers worf ov pets an' skritchis an' mor treets dan Mama wud ever allow.  We eben did owr bestest trik ov playin' "freez it" wen dey went fru da gate an' we letted dem go.  Reelly!  We stayed rite ware we wuz wifowt moovin' eben a wisker!
I hope we see dem agan soon - compinny iz fun.

Later,
Arf