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.
You are a vewy nice brudder Arfur for lettin Hugo find the lost treet. Please wish him a happy birfday frum his frends in sandy eggo. We hope you all get lotsa extra treetys to sellabrate Hugo's speshul day.
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