Egg skyooses, egg skyooses

I hab bin away fer a mumf fer wun reezin an wun reezin only.  My sekwitterry habs bin bad.  Furst, she an' da manslave wuz sick.  Ok, I get it.  Den, day started pakkin' shurts an' shorts an' unders in deez big bags wif weels on dem.  An suddinly, we only gots owr Antie Torrie feedin' us an skritchin' us cuz Mama an' Papa wuz GONE!  Den a nickzillyun dayz lader dey iz heer an' tellin' us abowt ally gaytors an' manny teez an' flyin' way up in da clowds to a playse dey cawled Florry duh!  Dont unnerstan' wy dey sed duh awl da time after Florry - like we don't get it or sumfin'!  Wen dey opinned doze big bags wif weels, we cud smeww Antie Seel an' Unka Andy!  So dat iz ware dey goed!  It wuz shur gud to hab dem home agan, but den dey gotted sick - yukky kinda sick!  An' den dere wuz da holly day wen da bayby Jesus wuz borned. So, heer we ar, at da end ov da yeer an' I am not aybul to ketch up, so heer iz whut I wanna say:

Dad's noo shurt

Hab a reelly reelly Happy Noo Yeer to awl my frenz an' reeders.  May dis noo yeer be way bedder dan dis past yeer...full ov luv an' frendship, helff an' happiness, joy an' smilez.  Dont make stoopid rezoelooshuns.  Jus' liv eech day da bestest yu can.  An' if yu can, do sumfin' fer sumbuddy else eech day.  Dat wiww make dis wurld a bedder playse.  Take Arfur's werd fer it.  Happy Noo Yeer Evrybuddy!!

OH OH OH I FERGOT - GUD NOOZ!!!

My book can be gotted fer yer Kinkle - --- what Vito?  Oh, it's not - oh - sorry - Kindle....dat rite, Vito?   Yes?  Gud.  It iz now an e-book an' 100% of da profit wiww go fer rescue...Howse ov Puddles.  Yu don't get it frum me, tho, not like da paper book.  Yu kin order it from yer e-book store.  If dey duz not hab it, rekwest it cuz it iz able to be gotted.  So ask fer ARFUR T. LEADBOTTOM SINGS fer yer Kindle.  Mama's name iz on it - Beth Howering.
I iz so 'sited!

Arfur

Fanksgivin' revenj

Whelp, Mama an' Papa left us awl day long AN' when dey comed home dey smewwed wike turkyburd.  An' taters, an' punky pie an' gween beens an' Gramma an' a lot ov udder peeples we wud hav wiked to sniffed in pawson.  (To say nuffin' ov tastin' dat yummy fud.)
So...Vito gotted up a nickzillyun times at nite an' evry time he nudjes Mama to pickup da cuvvers so he kin burro under.  I stayed at da side ov da bed an' skritched an' chooed an' whined an' awlso gotted up on Mama's hed at wun time durin' da nite - I meen Vito cant hav awl da fun.  Vito awlso almost pushed Papa owta da bed after steelin' hiz cuvvers, too.
Dey dwagged der hineys owta bed dis mornin' so Papa cud go to werk.  But dey wuz not perky - nope.  An' we iz still cravin' turkyburd.
Arfur

Shhhh...secwet!

Shhhhh....hehehehe....dont tell!  Papa iz habin' ote meel dis mornin'.  At leest he finks so.  Wen Mama wuz not lukkin' I gotted sum widdle paks ov ote meel.  No wun will eber find dem.  Wait!  Vito mite.  I better get dem owt from da cowch cushins an' eet dem now, huh, or dat widdle snot mite jus' get dem furst.  Uh - - bye!

Still feelin' impish

Mama wuz not lukkin' at me.  She wud not tawk to me or eben pet me.  Ackshully, she wuz sleepin' in da chare cuz she coffed awl nite.  I had jus' gotted da buttin' offa papa's aypff pare ov pants.  No Mama.  No yellin' - nuffin.  Now I gotta find sumfin' reelly speshul.  Hmmm...chomp, chomp - SNAP!  Chomp, chomp - SNAP!  smack, smack, chomp...
HAH!  Dat waked her up!  She herd me!  "Wha?  Whutcha got, Arfie?"  WHAT????!!!  WARE DID YU GET DAT!!!  GIVE!!!  Yu heer me?? GIVE!!!"
Whelp...I gived it to her - er, I meen DEM.  I gived DEM to her.  Dey wuz reelly chewy.  But I did it.  I gotted da fingers offa her yello gluvs.  I hadda clime up an' get dem offa da bak ov da majik bole ware dey wuz dryin'.  I fink she fergotted dem dere.  But I fownd dem...an' I gotted eben.  Now dey gots no fingers in dem.  Gess her paws will get wet hehehehe...
O fooey!  She gotted a nudder pare ov dem.  An' me?  I gotted a nudder time owt  in da chare wile Vito gotted to take a nappy wif her.   Hmmph.  Gess dat wuz not such a gud plan.  Gonna take a nappy wif my hedjy hog.
Later,
Arfur

2 in wun day

Ok, not bin postin' cuz da mama habs bin sik.  So now I gotta ketch up a fyoo fings.  Will start wif dis day an' go bakwerds.
Dis day Mama taked me an' Vito in da car.  We wuz reely happy an' awl reddy to shop an' get chikky nuggits. NOT.  Az soon az she turneded down da mowntin an' not up to da storez I noo we wuz in trubble.  Den wen we drove into da parkin' place I wuz shur ov it!  Vito, he waggies hiz tale no matter whut no matter ware.  He jus' wun happy fella.  Awlso, I dont fink heez dat grate at r'memberin'.  So heer we wuz at da vetman.  Vito goed furst an' wud yu beleev it - he gotted 8 pownds bigger!!!  Da vetman sez no fat...dat he iz in gwate shape - wike me!  So now we iz wun number on eech side ov 50 pownds.  I sat by da dore bein' reelly gud cuz I wuz hopin' dat dey wud ferget I wuz dere.  Not a peep did I make.  I saw da doc giv Vito FREE shots!!  Wun in da back, wun in da sholder, an' wun neer hiz hiney!  Only wun made him eben luk and he yiped on dat wun.  Ok, now I be nerbuss - wait - I wuz nerbuss befor, but now I am reelly REELLY nerbuss.  Vito gets down, I get on da scale, an' gess ware da bonehed iz?  On da scale wif me!  I DO NOT WAY OBER 100!  Mama gets him off an' den dey put me on da taybul.  After gettin' feeled eberyware, da doc gibbed me my free shots an' I did not eben flinch.  Cuz I am brave.  But to tell ya da troof, I nebber gotted free shots befor - only 2.  I gotted Lyme like Vito gets cuzza da bad tiks dis yeer.  Now, bak in da car, bak up da mowntin, bak up da driveway, into da howse - I GOT DA SOFA!!!! zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..............

Hmmph!

Arfur here, wif a big grrripe.  Mama sez dat sleepin' wif me is like sleepin wif yer hed in a bag of Free Toes.  She sed it makes her wake up hungry - hay - I ALWAYS wake up hungry!  Den suddenly last nite, she sed, "PEEEWWW!  ARFUR!  Whut did yu DO??"  It wuz bad enuff to be smuvvered wif free toes.  But she sed I hav gon frum free toes to soooidge.  Den she wooked me ober an' fownd my gratest prize ov da day...it wuz reelly fresh too wen I rolled in it.  I smell GRATE!!  Whaa???!!!  A whut??  She sez I need a baff - A BAFF!! She wants to take away my wunderful noo smeww!!  No fare!  Cud sumbuddy save me frum dat peeewwy shampoo?  I don' wanna smeww wike flowerz...I wanna smeww wike poo!  Oh fooey- der iz no scapin' dis  wun...heer she coms wif a big ol' towl.  Kwik - sumbuddy ring dat dorebell!  Noooooooo........

Sunshine an' leefs

Iz ennyfing bedder dan sunshine an' leefs?  Well, snow iz mor fun, but den Mama won't play wif us.  Wif leefs, she iz owt dere blowin' doze awl ober da yard an' makin' a BIG wind fer us to run froo.  We just hav da mostest fun, Vito an' me...oh, yeah, an Mama.  Den it iz time fer a nap in da sunshine. Den we go in, gets a snacky, go bak owt an' run froo da leefs, take an nudder nappy, den go in an' nap inside an', an' - whelp, yu get da pitcher.  Wunderful dayz.  I luv da leef fallin' dayz.

Arfur

Arfur, 5, pants, 1

I be in da doggy hows agan.  It reelly iz worf it, tho.  Still goin' fru my secund puppyhood an' have now got 5 buttins offa da pants frum Papa's you neeforms.  I did hav wun problem.  I taked a diffrunt pare ov pants...Mama cawed dem jeens.  Did not get dat buttin...OWCH!!  Dey iz diffrunt sumhow - dey hurted my toofers.  Mama iz upset cuz she cannot see gud enuff to soe on doze buttins cuz her glasses need noo wuns.  O well.

She did forgiv me, tho.  She gibbed me da bestest eer skritches aaaaaahhhhhh....sooooo guuuud.  Papa caws dem eer gazims cuz I mone an' cloze my peepers an' get awl floppy.  MMMMmmmmm.......so nice.

Arfur

A nudder mile stone sez Mama

Dis mornin' I got into bed wif Mama an' Papa.  Evry time I do dis, I get a bewwy rub, sneez in Papa's face, an' tawk to dem.  Den I jump up an' run off da bed.
Dis day wuz so diffrent.  I got up an' rolled ober for my bewwy rub.  I reely fink Mama hip nodized me.  I wuz soooo relacksed an' Mama jus' rubbed an' rubbed my tummy an' stroked my face an' my eers an' I nebber sneezed at Papa or nuffin'.  I jus' put my head on hiz sholder an' let Mama keep on rubbin'.  After abowt a haff howr, I started to moan an' tawk to her an' tell her jus' how wunderfull it wuz.  She wuz so amazed to see me be wike a rag doll, she sed.  It wuz bootyful.  I hav awwayz bin a widdle nerbuss, but Mama sed dis wuz toe tull relacks sayshun.  Ebber sins den, I bin sittin' on Papa's lap an' dozin' off, not payin' at tenshun wen Vito bawks at me to get down, an' sharin' Papa wile he wuz sick.  I fink der iz majik sumtimes.  An' I fink I fownd it.

Arfur da rag doll

Arfur da rag doll

Dey did it!! Not me!

Vito takes a turn in da dawg hows today.  Mama wuz gettin' Papa reddy to go to da doc's an' Vito wuz chooin' an' chooin' on sumfin.  Jus wike bubbel gum he wuz chooin'.  Mama gode ober to see whut he habbed an' gess whut?  It wuz da heel ov da shoo she wuz warin'!!  Heez no dummy!  Didn't get cawt wif no shoo - not him!  He taked da part he wanted an' went in hims crate wif it.  Too bad he did not get to keep it.

 And so da hoomans wented owt to da 2 docs, wun fer Papa an' wun fer Mama.  Papa gotted da weezy coff an' dat doc gibbed him sumfin' frum Antie Biscotic to kill doze germs.  I fink dey cawled hiz Bronco Ritis or sumfin' wike dat.  Az fer Mama, after gettin' medisin fer Papa an' pikkin' up da junk male, she goed to see da toof surjin.  He gibbed her da big Hokay...heeled gud an' stuffs an' normal ayky jaw but udderwize gud.  Sed she cud get sum sleep, tho (she wooks wike a Holler weenie zombie wif da sirkles under her peepers).

OH!  Dere iz mor!!  Dat Pippicat iz in Holler weenie mode fer shur.  Az Mama came up da side wawk she seed sumfin' stwaynje.  Oh, no!  Dis be day javoo.  Dere wuz da tale ov a mowse.  (It eben habbed part ov dat hiney wif it....eeeew!)  And nex' to it wuz da noze an' 2 frunt toofies ov dat mowse.  Da vewy frunt an' da vewy bak...how twisty iz dat??  Dat Pippicat shud sine up fer a skerry moovie cuz tween da zombie chickmunk an' da peeses ov mowse she cud be da MONSTER!!
Whelp, Mama an' Papa ar awl upset bowt da snow on da way for to morrow.  It cud be deep dey ar sayin' it iz a Nor Eester an' doze ar TERRIBUL fings!!  Mama sez we habs seen enuff per sipper tayshun to drown in a hundrd times ober!  We iz pakkin' owr bags fer Arid Zona.
Til nex' time,
Arfur

In da dawghows...agan

I tole yu befor dat Papa habs a cold.  Yup.  But for free days he went to werk ennywayz.  So dis mornin' Mama sent him off wif hiz lunch an' a gud brekfist, den she did da email fing an' den went bak to bed wif Vito an' me.  Vito wuz waaay under da cuvvers, an' me, I sleep on Mama's piwwow wif da cuvvers just over my back an' snooter.  She puts on da nooz, den dozes off sumtimes.  Not dis day.  She wuz watchin' da nooz an' she fot she herd da Pippicat com in da doggy dore.  Bak to da nooz.  Den she heerz a noyz on da steps...den it stops.  Den she heerz mor steps on da steps an' she gets up an' wooks owt da bedroom dore.  She sez..."iz sumbuddy dere?"  An nudder step.  "HOOZ DERE?"  An den she seed Papa hu wuz chukklin'.  "Ware iz da dogs?"  he sez.  "Wy iz it kwiet?"  I fink I musta snored at dat moment an' he laffed!!  "Sum grate watck dawgs" he sez!!  "Wy did yu not send da dawgs owt???"  "Uh," Mama sez..."dey wuz asleep."  PATOOEY!  She hadda giv us away!  Now we iz got bad reps az watch dawgs!  Mama sez she noze dat if it wuz not Papa we wud hab been vishus, but dat we cud teww it wuz him.  Now he haz bin home awl day sick an' we iz keepin' him warm an' not werkin'.

Oh, yeah - Mama gotted com pleetly upset wen she wuz servin' soop at lunch.  Da Pippicat had bin in an' just gotted let owtside.  Papa satted down an' she put hiz soop down an' just az she putted it down, owta da corner ov her eye she seez sumfin' on da flore.  At dat same minnit, so did I.  Aaannd - afore she cud get it, I wawked ober an' gently swupped it up wif my wips.  She yells "DWOP IT, ARFUR!" but I wook at her vewy sweetwy an' wen she chekked my mowf...nuffin' iz dere.  "Yuuuuuk" she sez..." EEEEEWWWWW!"  She cud not tell Papa cuz she wanted him to eet hiz soop, but she an' I bofe noo dat I eeted dat big ol' rownd tick.  I don't choo nuffin', so it wuz eezy to jus' let it roll down my tung into my tummy.  hehehehe...

Nitey nite, awl.

Till  nex time,

Gard dog, garding...

Arfur

Playin' ketch up - not da red stuff

Fings bin sooo stwange heer.  Mama habbed a toof ayke an' went to da hooman vetman, den to da toof man, den to a difrunt toofman.  She wuz sorta grumpy fer a wile but iz feelin' so much bedder dat dis day we played Leef Hopper.  She got da wind stik an' blowed leefs awl ober da yard wile Vito an' me ran an ran an' jumped an' played an' sniffed an' snuffled awl ober da plays.
Now tell me - don't I speek cleer?  I no I cant rite reel gud, but don't I speek cleer?  Cuz I tol' Vito we wuz playin' Leef Hoppers.  He fot I sed Leef Poopers.  Well gess hu gotted der shooz awl durty an' iz mad at us now?  He shud cleen owt hims eerz.
No, Mama still iz not mad, she jus' lokked us in an' got owt da big bloo monster an' cutted da grass.  Now owr yard iz awl cleen an' pwetty until tomorrow wen da noo leefs com down wif da rain.  Blech.  Rain.  Did we not hab enuff?
OOOH!  Papa iz home an' he iz still snufflin' wif a reel nasty cold.  He leevs us lots ov yummy tishooz to cleen up (only wen Mama duz not get dem furst).  Wate!  Heer coms Mama in frum cuttin' da grass an' she iz awl green!!  Whut happined, Mama?  Seems da Pippicat cawt a chickmunk an' lef' it in da grass under da leefs ware Mama did not blow dem.  She sed it lukked like a zombie chickmunk wen she fownded it an' der wuz blud an' yukky stuffs...well we won't go dere.  Seems da bloo monster fownd it befor her. She hadda diss poze of it ennywayz.  Now she iz in da hows an' reely needs to rest a liddle.  Her cheeks iz not blowed up enny more, but da wun iz a liddle puffy so she bedder go rest. We don't want her to wook like a hyoodj chickmunk enny more...speshully a zombie wun...BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Soon,

End of bizzy day

Vito an' me nursin' Papa fru hiz cold

ARfur

Fired

Vito an' me bin fired.  Mama spent da day sandin' an' sandin' an wipin' an' blowin' on owr pikky nikky taybul.  She let us watch an' help now an' then wif owr tales.  Later she went owt an' started to wipe it wif a brush an' sum stuff dat wuz wet.  It smelled diffrunt.  We wanted to sniff it, mebbee eben tayste sum.  Mama kep sayin' "Shoo!"  "Away frum heer!" An' she huffin' an' puffin' an' eben brakin' a widdle swet tippin' it ober an' turnin' it a rownd....and "SHOO! dawgonnit!"  LEEV IT!!"  Da dredded command.  Leev it iz da big wun.  So off we went playin' in da leefs an' layin' in da sun - but...golly it smewwed sooooo gud we jus' hadda com bak an den we gots da stuffs on owr puddies an' Mama sez "don't trak dat in da hows" an' den, "SHOO!!"  Den she sed da helpers wuz fired.  Us.  Fired.  Whelp, az long az she lets us watch...

Noo Games

Mama bin blowin' leefs awl ober owr yard.  Vito lubs runnin' froo dem an' feelin' dat wind.  We made up a noo game.  We wate till Mama gets a big pile an' after we run froo an' froo an' froo it, we jump in da middle an' pee.  Da furst wun hu peez in da pile iz da winner.  Den we can tell how far Mama gotted on da next rownd cuz we markeded it hehehehe.  We had so much fun playin' in da leefs awl day.  Den Vito cheets an' jumps on da pikky nickky taybul ware I can't go (member my name? Leadbottom?)  Still, we habbed fun.
Till nex' time,
Arfur

Nooz flash

My dad iz yu neek.  He werks hard.  He iz a gud slave.  He iz priddy eezee wen it coms to sharin'.  However, Mama sed she had to wawk away in da Wall Mart.  He wuz lukkin' in da big bin ov moovees.  Dey had jus' filled it an' it wuz imp..., imp... it wuz hard to find ennyfing.  Soooo, Mama sed hiz OCD jeen tuk ober.  She had to go luk at udder fings.  Wen she came bak...total order in da bin.  No more mess.  All in neet roze.  Mama sed she had to smile cuz it reely iz funny.  Dad sed wen udder peeple came to luk for sumfin', dey saw whut he wuz doin' an' left.  She sed dey must hab fot he 'scaped frum sumware.  hehehe.  I lub my dad.  He iz da best, eben wif awl hiz ledders.  Mama sed he habs da ledders ADD, OCD, an' not too bad whutebber dat ment.  Jus' enuff to make him in trud resting...gosh I miss Hugo...he wud help me wif doze hard werds.  Whelp,
Till nex' time...
Arfur

Not alone in da doghows

'Member yes turd day?  I wuz in twubble?  (did da same fing today an' am bak in twubble too).  I am not da only wun.  Yep.  Not Vito.  Nope.  Not Mama.  Nope.  Papa.  Mama opinned da dore to go owt an' gess hu wawked in da howse????!!!  Cheezit.  Yup.  Dat gote.  Mama wuz not a happy pawson.  Sent Papa to fix dis con dishun rite a way.  Okay. Gote bak in fense.  Traktor on trayler, trayler on truck, Vito an' me in truck.  Whee!  An' away we went...gonna mek up fer scrooin wif Mamas nurvs.  We went to a pwace dat smewwed like hammyburgers.  It had wots ov peeples an' old cars.  It wuz rownd.  We sat an' in a widdwe bit camed Unka Mike an' Antie Alice!!  YAY!  Wots ov peeples petted us an' we gots tons ov livver bisk scotty.  We eben sniffed a nudder basset (sides Unka Mike's bassies) on da DJ man.  Her name iz Roxie an' she iz 17!  Den wen evry buddy wuz leevin' we gotted bak in da truk an' went to sleep.  Den gess whut!  We wuz HOME!  It wuz majik!  Whut a gud day - sigh.
Soon,
Arfur

secund puppyhood

I iz in twubble.  It all started wen Mama wuz cuttin' da gwass.  She ran da big bloo monster ober da front gwass, den came in da gate to do MY gwass.  On her way she went "WOO WOO WOOO WOOP! "  Yippee! Howndawgs 'n Indyans - hab not played in YEERZ!  I started woof woofin' back an' she gave da war cry agan!  Oh, fun!  But den she lokked us in, cutted da gwass, let us owt an' lefted us to do da barn feeld.  HMPH!  Whelp, still feelin' puppy-like, I came in da howse, taked Papa's pants an' choowed off da buttins.  Ah!  I had fergot how fun dat wuz...drag owt a shurt, choo off da buttins...oooh, yeaah!  Drag owt doze sokkies, chew owt da toze...sooo fun!  Dat 's enuff.  I am a gwown up houndie agan.  Now I gotta hide cuz wen she findz doze fings she wiww be reelly i rate.  I heer her up by da barn an' da gote still cuttin' gwass...fink I'll dig a hole in da bak yard an' hide.  HAY!  Kwiet, Vito you taddletale!

Nerbus Mama

Wunder wy Mama iz so upset.  We hav bin speshully gud dis day.  Just cawz da Pippicat brot in a frend to play wif an' it iz runnin' arownd in da seller (witch iz still kwite wet).  It iz sorta cute... a widdle chickmunk.  Yu wud fink it wuz a snake or sumfin da way she iz goin' on.  Oh, rite, and Vito bin gettin' up to go star watchin' abowt free o'klock in da nite.  Duz not bother me...I go owt to see whut he iz lukin' at too but fer sum reezin Mama dwags her big ol' butt owta bed to see whut Vito iz poyntin' owt to me.  Dis iz not normul cuz lately Vito bin skeered ov goin' owt at nite cuzza da mama bare an' her babies.  But I fink he figgered owt dat if I came wif him it iz ok.  Dats whut he finks.  I kin run faster dan him an' da bare cannot fit in da doggy dore :).  Ov corse, if I do not go, he puts hims hed owt da dore (only hims hed) an' goze potty.  Whelp, he IZ owt, rite?  Still, Mama iz upset.  Oops...dere she goze wif da net to ketch da chickmunk.  Its day 2 and da scor iz chickmunk 2, Mama 0...an dis iz after she leeved da seller dores opin awl day un-Sun Day.  Oh, an' Pippi only eets dem if dey ar owt dores.  Yep.


Arfur

Mor wadder - ugh

Papa cawled frum werk...tuk him a loooong time to get dere cuz da rode washed away an' a bridge went gone.  Now Vito an' me iz lukkin' fer Mama.   Vito sez, "Ware iz Mama?"  Arf sez, " Sheez nee deep inna wadder sumware, she ain't got no sun shinin' in her hare, an' her biggest werry iz da flud gonna reech up dere."  Yep, sheez singin' ta da Zac Bwown Band, too.  An' her udder biggest werry iz we gonna do owr doody owtside in da nasty wet ware WE ar nee deep!! 

We shall see.

Wanna share

It iz rainin' wunce mor.  sigh.  I HATE wet pawsies.  I wanna take my sunny nap.  Kin we share owr rainy day wif Texas?  Pleeez?  Mama's maters wiww not ebber hab enny froot cuz furst dey drownd, den dey gotted cold, now dey iz giitn' raned on agan.  Dey ar not happy pwants.  Doze widdle flowers on dem wiww neber be maters. Too sad.  An' how wiww we get owr mama offa da 'puter an' owt to go wawkies?  She duz not do brellers...nebber.  Corse, we don't do dem also.  sigh.  Bak to my mornin' nappy.  Need my rest cuz I gotta git ritin' later cuz we iz tryin' to get my nex' book dun soon...oops!  Wuz dat a serkrit?  hehehe gess not now.  We wiww see tho if I kin moti - er, uh, motiv...aw heck!  Get da lazy slave bizzy typin'!
Soon,
Arfur

Ketchin' Up

A hole bunch ov fings hav happinned sinse we tawked last time.  We bin baked, fludded, drownd, itchy, sad, happy, seen old frenz, habbed da 2 legger bizzit an' so much mor.  Whelp, dat ketches us up, rite?  hehehe...So let's see, we bin habbin a bare.  No, not da nekkid kind, a mama bare an' 2 widdle wuns.  Vito wiww  not go owt at nite wifowt Mama.  He iz such a chikkin!  I am not askeered.  Howebber, I do not wike my footsies wet...
Dis day, Papa went to da skin doktor.  Gud fing doggies don't hab dat!  We just get a skwirt ov Vetericyn!  But Papa, he gotted hiz finger froze!
 Back to da howndy nooz: Now we gots a fox, free bares, a skunky, da Pippicat, da gote, a hooter up in a twee, an' noyzy naybors.  THAT cuvvers owr reezins fer not goin' owt dat doggy dore in da dark.  So whut did Papa do?  He putted up a lite dat lites wen we step owtside.  No, it iz not fer us...it iz fer da woodpile so Mama duz not grab a critter wif da fire wud.  I gotsta go, but I am shur to be bak to morro cuz dis day Mama iz still moppin' an' tryin' to dry dat seller.  It iz a hole lot bedder, jus' stinky an' damp.  Hmmm....how menny cans ov Lysol duz it take to do a hole seller?

Mama eeted a fli

Whelp, she awlmos' eeted it.  Evryfing wuz reellly eggsitin' here last nite cuz da two leggers wuz heer wif frenz an' stuff an' so I wuz givin' my yoozhual greetin' - "WOOF WOOF WOOF" an' Mama wuz at da 'puter wif her burbun an' peps tryin' to ketch up on her gmail.  Wuz not werkin' so she kwitted an' as she gotted up to say "hi" to da hole gang, she swigged the last ov her dwink.  Uh, whuts dat? she sez to herrself, it feeled wike a pees ov meat - spits in in her hand an' EEEEEEEWWWWWWW!!!!  It wuz a fli.  She did not hav da luckshurry ov gaggin' wif awl doze peeps dere, so she spit spit spit den wiped an' wiped wike a boy whut got kisst by a ole antie.  Den she sneeked to da likker cabbynet an' swigged down a hole jigger ov hooch...to kill da germs, she sed.  Nebber tole ennywun dere cuz dey were habbin' a nice bizit.  But da rest ov da nite, she pollished off a paket ov Listereeeen pokket paks awl by herrself.  She cud not sleep cuz it kep playin' in her hed.  I taked gud adbantidge ov diss by acksing her to go owtside at free o'clock...after awl she wuz still awake :).  Vito went wif me an' we played owtside an' I fink she mite hab gon to sleep by 4 on da clok.  hehehe  Den she had to be up at 5 firty to get Papa to werk.  Enny bets on did she go bak to bed??
Yu betcha.
Till nex time,
Arfur

Wen will fings calm down???

On da weekend, it wuz compunny - peepulls we reelly luv, den weft alone agan so Mama N' Papa kin go hewp Gramma wunce mor.  So it wuz wun day ov fun, den wun day alone...wif a big supprize at da end.  On da day we wuz alone, wen dey came home, dey spended time wif us an' watched a widdle tv, den Papa hedded fer bed.  A siren wented by, so Mama goed to da dore to see whut wuz up.  Awl ov a sudden, a car wuz dwivin' up to da dore, den a man gotted owt an gess whut???  It wuz owr two legger brudder Craig!  He camed frum You Tall to see us an' he wuz stayin'!!  It iz so grate!  He iz in an' owt ov corse, vizitiin' frens, but he iz da bestes skritcher dere iz in da hole world!!  OK, so fings gotted even bedder...Munday he came to stay an' gess whut?  Da udder 2 legger showed up too!!!  Whut a shok!  So Mama taked a pitcher cuz she sed Hebben noze wen dis will happin agan!  We howndies wuz not in it, but hu cares?  It iz hiss torik.  Didn't last long, da red hed left an' Craig stayed. We iz happy houndies.  Not az happy as da slabes, tho, I don't fink.  Till nex' time...
Arfur

Gettin' da slave in shape

After waay too menny dayz of habbin' to wade fru da jungull to go potty, an' sufferin' da hoomillyayshun ov havin' da gwass tikkle owr nebberminds, Mama cutted owr gwass!!  Now we wuz heerin' tons ov eskyooses - too hot, too wet, too raynie, not home, too tard, too lazy ( ha! I putted dat wun in dere!), nee hurts - NO MOR ESKYOOSES I SAYS!  Go owt dere an' cut owr grasses!  An' she did.  An' ya kin be shur it wuz a gud job cuz Vito ran rite owt an' waddered it.  Now we gots owr papa cleenin' da porch...duz dis stuff nebber stop?

Hab a gud day...
a happy but diss gusted Arfur

Best day in a wile

No buddy went enny ware today.  We gotted to sleep an' play awl day long an' get treets an' stakes an' stuffs.  Mama did not want to go owt cuz she breeved in too  much dust at da fare yes turdday.  She bin weezin' awl day.  Papa wanted to werk on hims wawl so he digged awl day.  Now it wuz waaay too hot to pway owt side so Vito an' me taked wots ov naps, den got up an gotted treets frum Mama to be gud, den taked an udder nappy.  Wen da sun went down we pwayed an' ressled a widdle bit den taked an nudder nappy.  Gud day!  Bedder day cuz Mama gwilled stakes an' we gotted sum!  Mama tawked awl day abowt how gwate da band wuz wast nite, but she wuz hackin' away in between wurds.  Dat womin shud lern to keep owta doze dusty pwaces dat daddy dwags her to.  She did, howebber, go will...er,  she, weww, she went wifowt sayin' "no" or "don't wanna".  Mebbe it wiww keep her home da nex' day an' we kin hav her wif us den, too.  Shur hope so.

Nooz update frum wun negleckted hownd

Furst I gotsta say it iz not my fawlt.  Mama wud not let me on da 'puter wifowt her sooper vizh, uh, wifowt sooper v...aw heck, wifowt her watchin' me!  An' ov corse my pawsies ar too big to hit da rite keez, too.  Wets see...ware to start.  Hmmm...
Okay, dis mumff we got left alone waaaay tooooo  much.  Furst it wuz to NY an' dey wuz reelly sad.  Mama sed Unka Tom went to hebben.  Den, it wuz to PA wif da tracktor an' Papa wuz awl de- presst cuz no buddy cud go see him pull da tracktor.  Now dis wun, I can teww da story!  He an' Mama taked Big Red on da truck an' he wuz sayin' after a yeer ov werkin' on it no buddy wud see.  Whelp he wuz WRONG!!  Furst, he rand into a old furend he werked wif a zillyun yeers ago.  Dat helped cheer him up.  Den Mama gotted a weerd tex messidj frum hiz werk fwends of now.  Wassup wif dat, she sed??  But gess whut?  Dey awl came!!!  Dey came to see him drive Big Red.  Ok, now heer coms Unka John an' Antie Patty.  Dey iz gonna watch too!  Now Papa iz grinnin' frum eeer to eer - he cudda uzed eers like mine hehehe.  An' wen he puwwed, he wuz grinnin' an' watchin da crowd an' Ant Patty wuz yellin' "Kwit hammin' it up an' drive dat fing!"  An' dey wuz awl cheerin' cuz he went 82 foots!  (Last yeer wuz 45)  Dere wuz nebber a happier man dan owr dad.  Even tho' he gotted beet by 2 gurls hu puwwed further.  So we gotted wun happy story fer dis mumf. 
Wait !  I gots an udder wun!  Da Pippicat awlmost gotted eeted by a fox!  Ooops, dat wuz wishful finkin'.  She just gotted into a fite wif wun.  No buddy gotted hurt, but she skeered da pants offa Mama - Mama hu ran owt wif a broom an' wuz gonna beet da yu no whut owta dat fox!  But da fox ran away an' Pippi twied to chase it an' Papa gwabbed her an' sed onoyudont!!  Da reezon no buddy gotted hurt?  Da fox wuz on wun side of da wire fense an' Pippi wuz on da udder.  Not shur hu wudda wun, but Pippi wuz purty pissed off!  I gotta save sum fer da nex' day, so gotsta go -  remine me to teww yu abowt Unka Bob turnin' a big number an' a grate vizit wif Gramma - oh, an' - wate!  Yule find owt!  Bye.

Speshully cuz it iz a nickzillyun de greez owtside an' I need a nappy.
Stay kool!!
Arfur

Stwange days

We bin habbin' stwange days heer at Camp Arfur. Mama an' Papa hav bin bizzy an' happy den sad an' still bizzier. Furst der wuz da big red trackter dat Papa putted on weels an' taked away. He camed bak awl happy an' wifowt it, but wif da weelz to get it agan. Mama sed he taked it to werk to show it. Dat maked him happy.

Den der wuz messidjes an' wots ov teers. Vito an' I cud not take away doze teers eben. Den we heerd dem tawkin' dat Unka Tom wented away to hebben. Whut iz hebben? Mama 'splaned dat it wuz ware he cud vizit wif God an' Jesus an' his papa an' mama. Dat he is not sik dere an' it is bootyful. Isn't dat da bridje? Mama sed dat we cud say dat cuz dat iz whut we under stand. So we gonna spend a cupple dayz wif dem comin' an' goin' agan. An' dere will be teers an' der wiww be vizits but Unka Tom iz not hurtin' enny mor so frum owr poynt ov vyoo we wiww see him agan. Jus' not heer. Dis iz very sad fer da hoomans. Dey wiww miss him a lot. He wuz funny. He wuz smart. He wuz reelly speshul. He iz on da nex' jurney. Now Mama an' Papa need to be dere fer Antie Janet an' Gramma. Dey wiww miss him most ov awl.

Now abowt my brudder...cud sumbuddy teww him to kwit chewin' on my noze???

Dis is Tom, Papa an' Janet

Wazzup?

Mama bin cawlin' me her "dang fooey" dawg. Not shur whut dat meens, but wen ebber she put sumfin' ware it duz not belong, I "fix" it. Be cuz ov dis she be gibben me deez widdle sour piwws cawed crap berry piwws. Duz she not get da messidge??? If it duz not bewong dere, put it away or I wiww wadder it!! Da howse iz startin' to wook much neeter now dat I hab put my deco rater skills in ackshun.

Oh - an' dis werks on da bak yard, too. If I start to deco rate da dek, den da grass iz too deep an' she bedder get her hiney owt dere an' cut it fer us! Yu betcha. After awl, we only got widdle legs an' da grass tikkles owr nebberminds. Don't laff. Dis iz seeryuss stuffs. Wud yu wawk fru grass up to yer, umm, yer bottom? Huh?
Whelp, off to make her mow...

Arfur

I wuz a gud boy

We habbed reelly bad rain heer fer free dayz wif big boomers an' flashy lites in da sky. We fot we wuz gonna wash away. Wun nite wuz speshully bad. Mama sed its a tore NATO wash an' dat we habbed to go to da seller. Whelp, we nebber bin in da seller before, but I go ware ebber Mama goze. Vito wuz a difrent story. He putted on da brakes an' shook an' cried an' wud not go. SOOOOOO we gotted to sit in da pantry abov da seller steps an' wate fer da all cleer. It wuz grate, I gotted to eet cat fud an' cookies an' I gotted Vito's too cuz he wud not eet nuffin'! Wen it wuz ober, we wented to meet Daddy az he camed home an' Mama wooked at da rane ketcher an' it sed awlmos 2 inches! Dat wuz in 35 minnits an' da wedder man sed dere wuz ober 2000 nickzillion litenin' strikes (yu no - doze flashy fingys). We shur wuz lukky. An' now I no da wun fing dat Vito iz askeered ov :).

Bin nawty

Mama hab bin sik so Vito an' me bin takin' gud care ov her. Howebber, we wuz struk by tem tayshun da udder day an' we wuz bad. Mama brot us bak a hyoodj bag ov treets frum Mishygun. She kep' it hangin' in da pantry ware we cud not reech it. Papa habbed to fix sumfin' an' he putted dat bag on da dinin' room taybul. Mama wud not feed my my brekfist - kin yu gess Y? Yup, dere wuz bags n rappers awl ober da bak yard. hehehe...me be bad - Vito too!

Bad week

I am finely aybull to rite agan, but fer da hole last week plus I wuz feelin' purty punky. I woke up wun nite itchin' wike crazy. By da nex' mornin' I habbed no fur, wuz bleedin' an' oozin' awl ober my nek an' Mama wuz tote tully upset. Needless to say, she taked me to da vetman. I hate goin' to da vetman. I wike evrybuddy dere, I wike da treets, I reelly like da Doc, but he waffs at me cuz he sez I am a chikkin hidin' behind a wolf. Am not. Wudn't yu be werried if evry time yu went in dis widdle room yu gotted an' owchy shot?? An' he gibbed Mama nasty piwws to giv me, too. Da week went reelly slow an' wuz vewy not comfy, but I did lurn sumfin'. I figgered owt dat if I started to skritch at 3 in da mornin' dat Mama wud get up an' giv me cheez!

I reelly started feelin' bedder after Mama frew up her hans an' gibbed me a baff. Hate to admit it, but eben I fot I wuz stinky.

Whelp, I am bedder now, but still nekkid on my nek. I don't fink I wanna do dat to Mama agan, tho. She iz wike Jekkil an Hide wif no sleep.

And dats da troof.

Arfur

Da midnite adbenchurs ov da kitty hunters

Wast nite, I fink owr Pippicat habbed a scroo loose cuz at 3:12 am she laid on da bed nex' to Vito. Vito - dat grate kitty hunter. Suddenly dere iz a hyoodj WOOF, a bell ringin' (on da kitty), a big thump wen Vito hit da flore, an Vito led me down da stares woofin' awl da way in pursoot ov da Pippicat. Meenwile, Mama jumped up owt ov a deep sleep an' camed after us. Az Vito an' me hit da doggy dore, I frowed my paw ober hims big mowf to stop him from wakin' da naybors. Mama sed it wuz like sumbuddy hit a myoot buttin - wadebber dat iz. We looked an' looked awl ober da bak yard an' did not find da Pippicat. Wanna no Y? Cuz she wuz sittin' in da kitchin laffin' like crazy an' makin' razzberries at Vito an' me. We slunk up da stares an' went bak to bed. Stoopid cat.

She bedder not com in dat room agan!

Arfur

Furst Picky Nick wifout howndies

Finely woked up frum my zawsted nap after da yeerly Memo Reel Day Pickynick. We fot Mama wud be dwowned in peepulls, but ov da 50 dat wuz asked (abowt furty five ov witch we fot wud com)only elebben peepulls camed an 2 ov dem wuz not eben asked. No pwoblem - we habbed wots ov fud an' stuffs an' it turned owt to be a speshully nice party fer da hoomans. Howebber, no buddy, not wun peepull brot a doggy. Da rezult wuz dat Vito an' me gots awl da attenshun an' awl da treets - speshully sum baked by Antie Pam!! Yummy!

Dat mornin' der wuz a liddle story an' my mama, yes, MY MAMA wuz a heero! She wuz drivin' to get sum ice. She saw a big ol' slow muddy turdle in da rode, an' rite behind her wuz teen peepulls in a zoomy car comin' fast. She froo on her blinky lites, flung open da dore, ran owt in da rode an' shooed dat turdle to heist hiz hiney across dat rode faster!! Wen he wuz finely safe in da feeld an' hedded to da pond, she ran bak to her car, froo it in geer an' skee daddled owta da way ov doze teen peepulls. Whew! Jus' tellin' it wares me owt. But dat turdle wuz safe an' sownd on hims way home.

Whelp, gots mor to teww tomorrow, but fer now...nappy time!!

Arfur

Sunday in Mishygun

Dis morning wuz reelly bizzy wif evrybuddy puttin' on dere waddle shurts an' pins an' lookin' owta da windoe an' sayin', "Yu fink it wiww stop rainin'?" Da hoomans DRAGGED us owtside to potty - hey! I don't wanna go owt dere! It's wet! An' Mama wuz werried cuz she still wuz not feewin' grate. It wuz deesided dat we wud go down an' vizit wif evrywun but not go to da pawrade itself. We habbed awlreddy gotted owr ribbins an' sined up, but it wuz rainin' wifowt stoppin'. So we gotted to see 'most evrywun an' Mama wuz a-shoppin' agan an' tawkin' away when Papa sed - ware iz Arfur? At leest dat iz whut he musta sed - I wuzn't dere. I wuz followin' my noze to a room full ov peeple and dat room smewwed wike BACON. Da peeples wer very nice an' a lady gotted my leesh an' taked me back to my daddy. She sed,"Is dis yer dog? He came into owr church surviss." Daddy cud not beleev it an' he cawled Mama an' tole her ware I habbed gon. I reelly jus' wanted to sho dem dat I trooly hab becom a gud boy - dats my story an' I stikkin' to it!

Da rest ov dat day iz a blur. Dey tawked an' tawked an' vizited an' I am finkin' dat if I weev sumwun owt dey wiww get mad at me. But if I putted da hole list ov lovin' anties I meeted, it will fill dis hole story an' den som! Waaay ober 50 ov yu! Sum I nebber met befor...dat iz mor dan 20 an' tons ov ole frens dat we seed befor. I kin fit da noo wuns I gess: Cathi, Cindy, Kathy, Marty, Wendy, Linda, Susan, Donna, Pam, Pat, Sandi, Jodie, Doug an' Cathy, Lisa an' Gail, Michelle 'n' Chris, Debbie, Melissa an' mor! Ok, da ole list ov peeple dat petted me befor: Angelika, Sharon, Sandi, Amanda, Dawn 'n' Rich, Marion, Marilyn, Cathy, Nancy, Donna 'n' Bob, Frank 'n' Diana, Ilene, Barbara, Bonnie, Pat, Suz, Barb an' Mike, Kay, Kathy an' da list goze on! I jus' am shur I fergotted sumbuddy - if I did pleez fergiv diss howndy brane. It wuz jus' so much fun but it shur made Vito an' me reelly tard. What? Yu no...tard...sleepy - yep dats it! Da neetest fing wuz wen I wuz restin' in da lobby, a liddle gurl came up to me, sat rite on da flore in front of me an' started to smoosh and skritch an' luv on me. [sigh] I luvved it. Mama wuz amazed.

Da day ended grate fer da hoomans I gess, but Vito an' me gotted to sleep in da car 'till dey camed bak smewwin' wike fud! (Dey did share wif us, tho, an we gotted kaysadeeyas - CHEEZY wuns(!!) on da rode goin' home on Munday) Dey sed it wuz da bestest dinner dey ebber went to - warm an' frendly an' full ov wunnerful peeples, gud fings an' wotsa hugs an' stuff too. Mama sed she nebber felt so...weww, she cud not describe it, but it wuz nice an' she shared it wif us.

An' awl 'n' awl we fownd dat we awl travel gud togevver - Mama an' Papa an' Vito an' me. It wuz a sooper grate adbencher.

Saturday in Mishygun

After a mornin' ov vizitin' 'n' stuff, we awl gotted in da basset taxi an' went on da rode. We came to a place ware lots ov cars wuz pawked an' we cud smeww fud rite away...not fer us. No matter...we went in a big gate an' dere wuz WOTS ov houndies evryware. On da way in da gate, my deer brudder barrassed us awl by tryin' to humpity a HYOOODJE dog! Mama sed it wuz a grate dane. Dat boy jus' LUVS da gurls. Inside da very furst fing in frunt ov me wuz a table full ov cookies. Lots an' lots ov cookies! Mama an' Papa wer nervuss wif awl doze doggies runnin' arownd so Papa kep us on da leeshes. But Mama went to shop an' he gotted tawkin' to Unka Rich...an unhookeded us! I went an' fownd Mama in da shop, but Vito ran off to see how menny gurls he cud "meet". He wownd up in a chase game dat wuz a big herd o' dogs runnin' an' runnin' arownd. Me? I hung arownd dat cookie table. Da man gaved me 2 sampulls. YUM! Den he gaved Mama wun to get me away frum dere. She loored me waaaay owt into da park, den I eeted it an' ran rite back. She gotted tawkin' an' watchin' sum puppies play an' I wuz on my own. :) She duz not wanna find owt whut happinned after dat, but da nex' time she went past da cookie table dey wuz puttin' a fence arownd it. Uh-oh. An' I gaved up an' went to play. In between awl diss, Mama ran into Antie Bonnie at da sine up table an' den Antie Marion an' Antie Sandi of Washerton. Dere wuz Antie Cindy an' Antie Dawn an' golly a bunch o' fwends dere too! But it started rainin' an' Mama started hackin' agan so we wented bak to da hotel. Wow! Whut fun we habbed!
Den befor bingo we vizited lotsa peeples agan after a liddle nappy. We seed Antie Amanda (sheez a grate hugger!) an' Antie Jodie - golly Antie Suz an' Holly Noelle, Antie Moosebarb an' Mike - I cant even wemember dem awl.
Later dey played bingo an' yak yak yakked wif Antie Caffi an' Antie Marty an' Antie Michelle an Unka Chris an' habbed a gud time.
We slepped gud awl nite after dat.
Wate till yu heer abowt Sunday!! hehehe...

Furst nite in Mishygun

We taked da liddle moovin' room to da place ware we came in an' WOW! We seed peeples an' howndies we habbed not seed in a long time. It iz so confyusing but we losted Daddy an' Mama wuz tawkin' an' huggin' an' findin' fwends an' meetin' noo wuns. We wuz vizitin' wif my deer Antie Sandy from Washerton an' Antie Ilene wif Charlie an Vivian, wen Mama's fone rang an' it wuz Antie Sharon sayin' "Come an' get 'im he iz heer!" Daddy, ov corse. We fownded him in a room full ov howndies an' ladies - awl anties dat I know an' luv - Angelika an her noo howndettes an' Elvis an' Xandy Bear an' holy cow a hole herd ov 'em! An' I meen ladies too! Frum dere we wandered back to da lobby - dats a place wif sofas an' chares an' lotsa peeples comin' in an' owt. We seed Meatball an' Antie Nancy Gallagher an' Antie Donna an' Unka Bob wif Moon Doggie Coffee wif Marley I fink. Ennywayz, Mama an' Daddy gotted plates ov foods an' we went into dis big room wif lotsa tables an' eetin' tables an' tons ov stuffs! Ooops, fergot we went in an udder room furst an' seed Antie Dawn an' lotsa basset crap an' pitchers ov ole frends hu ar gone now. Mama wuz cryin' cuz she fergotted her pitcher ov Hugo.
Now - bak to da foods...dey eeted an' den Unka Rich started hawkin' basset crap fer da pawkshun. I wuz a gud boy an' satted wif Daddy an' Unka Bob Moondoggie wile Mama held Vito hu spent da hole nite tryin' to reech da 2 gurly howndettes dat wuz behind us. Awl ov a sudden, a lady camed up an' hugged Mama N' HUGGED her! It wuz Antie Caffi frum Texas!! How cool iz dat!! We seed a billyun peeples dat we know but dere wuz dis big table in da way an' Unka Rich wuz tawkin'. Lukky fer us, dere wuz treets on owr table an' we gotted lots! Den deez hyoodj doggies came an' started dancin' but dey cud not fool me! I no wun wuz Antie Debbie fer shur! Dey wuz reelly fun dancers an' gotted munny fer da reskyoo. Den dey made Mama cry wen dey gaved Antie Sandy a Melba statchhoo an' Antie Debbie a Elder Clara wun. Nice. We cud not stay awl nite cuz Mama wuz still sorta sick an' habbed drived us fer ten howrs (Papa drove wun howr - but dat wuz Mama's choice cuz she luvs to drive!)
We wented back to owr room up da liddle moovin' room to owr dore an' Daddy feww rite to sleep. I laid down an' feww asleep. Mama laid down soooo tired but cud not sleep cuz awl nite long, Vito garded dat dore. Evry person, evry hownd hu passed dat dore, he wined...and wined an' wined. Awl nite. Pore Mama. She wuz reddy to strangull him by mornin' (ackshully befor mornin'). But off we went to start da secund day...

Arfur goze to Mishigun

It awl started wen Papa did not go to werk an' dey filled da basset taxi up wif awl kindsa stuffs. Den dey putted us in dere an' off we went. It wuz a long, long ride speshully cuz Vito wined jus' abowt da hole way. Wen we gotted ware we wuz goin' (seemd wike a nickzillyun howrs lader), da very furst fing we seed wuz PUPPIES!! Papa taked us on a wawk wile Mama went inside an' we seed puppies an' Antie Sandi, Antie Pam, Antie Pat an' waaaay 'cross da parkin' places we seed Antie Angelika! Wen Mama came bak, der wuz Unka Doug, Antie Linda frum Florryda an' a hole bunch mor peeples. Dey taked us in da big big howse an' we went in dis liddle room. Wen we gotted in da dores closed on us! We wuz a liddle nervuss, but den dey opinned an' we wuz in a long, long room wif lotsa dores. We fownded owrs an' wen we went in it wuz like owr liddle howse on weels but much bigger an' nicer. We wested a widdle an' den owr big adbencher began.
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Grate red hunter

We habbed wots ov sitement today. Furstest dere wuz vewy bad storms dat wuz vewy skerry. An' ya no whut? Mama leeved us alone! Whelp, not fer long - but she did leev us. Wen she gotted home she wuz bizzy fixin' sumfin' an' Vito camed trottin' into da howse. He putted sumfin' on da rug an' it wuz a hyoodj skerry MONSTER!! Ebery time I went to tuch it, it MOOVED! It wuz awl slimy an' blak an' hairy, too. It habbed big ol' toofies an' big skerry eyez dat burned ebryfing dey lookeded at!! I kep him frum hurtin' Mama! I barked an' woofed at him ebry time he pikked up hims hed. Finely, Mama putted him in da dust pan, er...I meen a big box an' frowed him owta da dore befor he cud eet us awl up!! I shur hope Vito dont ketch enny mor monsters!

P.S. frum Mom: it was a baby squirrel that got half drowned and knocked from its nest by the storm. It was too small to survive.

Dad's bad day

Wen my daddy coms home he wikes to put hims footies up an' relax wif us howndies on hims wap an' watch da pitcher box. So he did dis an' turned on da box an' did not wook rite away...he cud heer it, but wen he lookeded, dere wuz no pitcher. Ok, so he checks da dish fingy, da remote fingy, an' da teck persun (Mama). Nope. Nuffin. Den he gets onda fone an' after tawkin' to sumbuddy he sed wif a sad face dat ta pitcher box habbed dyed. So him an' Mama went in da twuck an' wen dey camed back (dey seem to hab had a nudder adbencher wile dey wuz gon), dey habbed a big ol' box. Furst dey taked owt da ol' pitcher box, den emtied dis noo box an' Mama sez "Hode it! We don't tuch nuffin' till we reed da struck shins!! Hans off, DAD!!" Whelp to make a looooong loooong story short, after dey red, put togevver, set up, pwugged in an' awl dat stuff...it did not werk. Nope - nuffin. Papa wuz so sad he went to bed. Mama wuz up to da wee howrs werkin' on it. Da teck pawson for da tv wuz (she sed) a iddy yot. She went to bed. Dis mornin' she sent Papa off to werk an whut do yu no...she cawled da dish peeple. Dey iz (Mama sed) jeen yusses. Dey fixeded it rite off da bat(by tellin' Mama whut to do) an' now it werks. So Mama saves da day agan an' Dad's bad day shud tern gud wen he gets home an' he kin watch hiz telly an' snuggle wif Vito an' me.
TADA!!
P.S. Owr Unka Mike iz home an' doin' gud an' we ar happy! Owr Unka Tom iz in da vetspittle, but iz amay zing da doktors by doin' bedder so we iz still droolin' an' Mama iz still prayin' but IT IZ WERKIN'!! YAY!!
Till nex time,
Arfur

gess whut

Mama fownd doze pennies. I not tellin' ware. But da bak yard iz now awl cleened up.

Ponderin'

Mama bin wunderin' wy Vito an' me bin so gud since Hugo went away. We don't bark fer fud, we don't wake herz up, we eben pwetty much lissen to herz.

Waddebber yu do, dont teww her da anser to diss. Ya see, we bin tryin' to figger owt whut to do nex. Shud we chew sumfin up? Shud we drag stuffs owtside? Hmmm...bin a wile since we stoled Papa's pants ('member last yeer wen dey wuz frozen in da ice?) We wanna plan reel gud an' not get cawt. Dats wy we iz bein' fotful an' kwyet. Well, 'sept fer dis mornin' wen I went after da naybor at 5 am dat teezes me. Too bad der iz a fense or I wud take care o' him reel gud. hehehe...whut he don't no iz dat Peechez akross da street iz jus' waytin' fer him - BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Now, bak to finkin'...

A trip fru da alley ment tarry canal

Mama sed da wurst part ov winter is after da snow goze away (an' we still hab sum). She wuz doin' da spwing poop patrol. Yu wud pwobly not be s'prized whut she fownd. Wets see, she fownd da finger to her garden gluv. (Duz not want it bak). Fownd medissin bag #2 wif nuffin' innit (hmmm...hu ate da totems an' da sage?) Der wuz foyl lids to yogurts, buttins, pwobubbly da kwivalent ov a hole box ov tishooz, a pees ov plastik hoze, sumfin' brite bloo - oh, an' gote fud (it duz not digest in doggie's tummies). Der wuz a pees ov a weet fin box plus awl da yoozhual stuffs. Howebber, da biggest werry wuz da razer...not chood up or nuffin'. Yu no, wun ov doze fro away kindz ov razers. Gud fing sumbuddy lost it in da sno, huh? An' gud fing Mama fownd it furst! Dey ar nebber ware we kin get dem, so she iz tryin' to figger owt da story behind dat. Oops gotta go -

Later,
Arfur

Wish I tawt him dis wun

Last nite Mama an' Papa wer gonna go owt an leev us awl alone! Mama hadda print sumfin owt on da
'puter so her bak wuz to us. As she gotted up to leev, she put on her cote an' notissed sumfin strange in da doggy bed. She wooked, den wooked agan, den sed, "Waydaminnit! Isn't dat my pokky book???!!" "An' da wallit iz missin'!" "OK, ware izzit??" She did fownd awl da parts - eben da carefully hid lippystik dat Vito putted under da furnitcher. At leest she FINKS she fownd eberyfing - BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Dont tell her but I iz still cowntin' pennies an' nikkels...

Chomp! Chomp! Slurp! A hyoodj 'dvenchur

Smack! Chomp, slurp! Munch, munch...BURP!!
Oh...sorry. Hadda finnish eetin' dat. It wuz Mama's wast mater. Too bad she left it too close to da edje ov da cownter wen she made Daddy's wunch. YUM! I wuv maters!
I am finely feelin' bedder an' so I bin steelin' an' woofin' an' stuff.

But last nite wuz a big 'dvenchur fer Vito. Him an' me wuz in da yard an' it wuz dark awlreddy. I came bak in an' wuz nappin' but Mama cud heer Vito bawkin' an' bawkin' so she went to da dore to cawl him in. Did not com. She came bak in an' den mor woofin' so she goze bak owtside. No buddy arownd, no reezin to bawk an' most ov awl, no Vito. Corse, in da dark he iz very very hard to see cuzza hiz culler, so she figgered maybe he wuz jus' owta site. So she went to get da flashy lite fingy, an' BOY wuz he owta site!! First she fot he wuz under da puppy pool, but wen she pikked it up...no Vito. But it shur sownded wike dat iz ware he wuz bawkin' frum. She gets down an' shines da lite fingy under da porch. Dats ware she seez a bwak noze an' 2 peepers lukkin' owt at her. Vito. How he got under iz ennybuddy's gess. It iz only a liddle tiny flat openin'. Sigh. Mama iz breevin' hard an' werried (I cud tell). I fink she wuz gonna get a hatchitt an chop him owt. Howebber, insted she laid on da grownd haff in da mud, haff in da snow pile, shined dat lite rite in Vito's face an' cawled him to come close. She put da lite fingy on da snow pile an' reeched under da porch so Vito cud lik her fingers. Den she kwik grabbed hiz coller, an' slid him bak froo dat liddle hole. She wuz shakin' an' cud not ketch her breff, but she got him! He wuz reel happy an' came runnin' in da howse wif her an' me. He did not leev her side da rest ov da nite. Sorta gud dat Papa wuz not home cuz he mite hav reelly gotted da hatchitt. Mama figgered - he got in, he can get owt wif hewp. She sed it wuz like da time da 2 legger gotted hiz hed stuk in da railin'. Wun fing bowt my mama...she only fawls apart after it iz awl ober! Den she gotted a liddle hewp frum Jack but most ov awl frum da man upstares...yu no, in da sky? She kep sayin' Fank yu God ober an' ober agan.
Whelp,
Dats it for dis day

Arfur

Noo story comin' tomorro

Cannot rite diss day...my brudder Hugo haz gone.

I snitcheded on my brudder

Da last cupple ov weeks, Mama fot sumbuddy wuz yoozin' up a hole lot ov tishoo for da madjik bole. She wuz gonna hav a long tawk wif papa abowt it. But I ratted owt da reel cull prit. Mama awlso wundered wy Vito habbed an awful lot ov doze widdle toobs to chew on. She leevs da emty wuns in a basket in da baff room an' lets Vito hewp hisself (heez pretty gud abowt not takin dem awl at wunce). I wuz woofin' at da liddle snot an' Mama came to look an' dere he wuz, gwabbin' da loose end an' runnin' away wif it. She iz forebber pikkin' up shredded tishooz, but she is such a dummy cuz she did not ketch on until she ackshully saw him do it. Fanks to me. :)
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I NO BEDDER dan to do stuff wike dat! I only emty tishoo boxes - wen sheez not lukkin' ov corse.

Till nex' day,
Arfur

Mama's gote adbenchur plus panties in da snow

Awl winter wen der iz snow an' ice, da gate to da barn iz open fer plowin'. Gotes do not clime fru da ice an' snow...dey stay in dere widdle howse, or neer it. But it gotted warm an' Mama saw da woods wuz meltin' so she clozed da gate so da gotie wud not get owt. She wuz in a hurry to pik up Antie Torrie, so - cloze gate, start car, go down driveway, pull into road, drive away...OOPS!! Whut wuz dat??? Layin' in da front yard in front ov da big ol green tree wuz white - not a pile ov snow - it wuz Cheezit!!@#%^ Mama sed dangnabbit dat gote (not in doze werds) an' had to turn arownd da car, come bak, go in da howse, get da neerest fing a gote wiww eet (witch wuz Weet Chex), run owt, hunt down da gote hu wuz no longer layin' dere, chase her back into da feeld. Uh-oh. Mama habbed clozed da gate. Now she hadda manoover rownd dat gotie, up to her ankles in mud an' wadder, pull opin da gate wifowt loozin' dat gote, bribe her in, feed her da treets, den wade owt agan wifowt lettin' her 'scape.
Az she climed bak into da car, her feets were goin' skwish skwish an' she wuz awl wored owt, but da job wuz dun. Az she drove da car bakwards, Vito an' me wer watchin' frum da top ov da woodpile (we no dat makes her nervuss) an' we wuz laffin'!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Nuffin' borin' arownd heer! Wate till she gets home an' finds her unders in da bak yard snow bank! hehehe...

Who me?? I'll blame Vito ;)

wun mor sleepless nite

Last nite I wuz sleepin' in my bed nex to Mama's bed, so tired frum playin' wif Vito owtdoors. Mama an' Papa wuz asleep too, but just. Vito wuz under da cuvvers in Mama's bed. Hugo had felled asleep in da big chare down stares. Furst, Mama woke up heerin' "grrrrrrrrrr-woof!", "grrrrrrrrr-woof!!" Grabs da liddle lite, shines it on me...I do not look up even, Vito is still under da blankies wif hiz noze on Daddy. Shines da lite owt da dore an' dere stands Hugo in da hawlway. Oh! He's got a lite now an' coms in da room an' climes on hiz bed an' curls up. Aaaah. Evrybuddy back to sleep. Not much later Mama jumps owta bed cuz dere iz barkin' owt doors. She iz a liddle confyoozed an' staggers to da steps an' stumbles down wif da lite heddin' to da bak dore. Dere iz Hugo "woof! WOOF! Let me in!", he sez. She goze to open da dore, but Vito haz got up an' runs owt an' leeds da ol' man in. Dis time Mama crawls up da stares, staggers to da bed, an' awlmost sits on Hugo cuz he gotted dere furst. :) I never got owt ov my bed, an' Papa never woked up eben. Hugo settles bak in hiz bed an' we ackshully got to sleep until 4 wen I clime into bed wif Mama (evry day at dat time) until da radeeo makes noyz at 5:30. Mama iz hopin' dis iz not da noo normal. Cuz Hugo bin woofin' evry nite dis week. Whelp, it duz not bother me. But it iz no fun havin' a crabby Mama in da mornin'! Shur hope Hugo sleeps awl nite tonite.

Da advenchurs of Hugo da Aynkshunt

Hu wud fink dat ol' man Hugo wud get in twubble? Whelp, dis day he slep reel late after bwekfist an' wen he duz dis, he finks it iz a diffrent day. So furst he goze owtside. Nex fing we heer iz "WOOF WOOF WOOF!!!" meenin' "HELP HELP HELP!!!" Mama goze a-runnin' owt da dore an dere iz Hugo up on da hill witch iz solid ice. Ice on da bottom, too. Only a cupple steps ar not icy. So Mama goze slippin' an' slidin' across da ice to da steps, crawls up da steps like we do, an' calls Hugo to com to her. Yeah, rite! But fer wunce in a bloo moon he did do it. She gots hiz coller an' skootched him over to da edge ov da steps. Den she lifted him a widdle bit an' he gots hiz puddies on da steps an' ran down an' slid across da bottom ice to da patty-oh an' ran up on da porch. Whew! Close cawl. Den Mama hadda tippy toe across dat ice to get bak to da porch too. She brotted Hugo inside, turned arownd to anser da fone, an' gess whut!! Hugo iz rite bak owtside an' on da ice. She runned owt, but Vito showed him ware to go an' get bak dis time. How com he did not remember whut he did a minnit befor?? Mama sez its doggy Als himers. Yup. Dats my ol' brudder.

Arf - lukkin' for da nex' advenchur

A post from Mama

Vito has always had a strange proclivity for Christmas toys. He pulls out every Santa, red and green toy in the toy box...a common occurrence for him. However, this last event has me stumped. Arfur eats too fast. I put a Kong in his bowl to slow him down a little. We have three...black, red, and orange. Only the red one was out of the toy box so I grabbed it and threw it in. Later in the evening, I heard "clink, clink, clink", and turned to look. Here was Vito with the red Kong which he took and lined up with the penguin, Santa woobie, Santa hedgehog, and red and green checkerboard squeaker toy. Next to the bowl...the black Kong. I am still scratching my head. I think we have proven that dogs aren't colorblind...at least HE isn't. Or maybe he's psychic. Perhaps we should get him a ouija board.

Beth, slave to Hugo the ancient, Arfur the aufor, and Vito the, well, the challenge

Mama shud reelize dat Vito wuz awlwayz a liddle weerd. Not bad weerd. Jus' diffrent. Heez a pretty gud brudder - a lot ov fun to play wif. I gotta run now cuz he iz takin' my seet nex to Papa! Later..........

Arfur

My dad Mr. Mole

Der iz a reezon dey cawl my dad Mr. Mole. He can dig like no buddy else. To prove dat, he finisheded da place fer Vitti by diggin fru snow, ice, frozen durt, roks an' under durt. But he did it.

An' dis day da neetest fing happinned. Mama wawked owt to plow an' da tree wuz full ov bloo birdies. LOTS of dem! Pretty cool. Dem an' doze yeller wuns wuz evryware.

I am sleepy...till tomorrow,
Arfur

I wost a frend

Dis day, Daddy let us go in da gote pen ware we ar nebber ebber allowd to go. My frend Vitti da gote wuz layin' on da grownd an' she did not moov. Vito an' me we woofed an' woofed at her to get up - but she did not. Mama sez she habs gon to da bridj ware Blossom went. Hu will fro me peeses ov punkin' now? An' gote fud? Not dat greedy Cheezit hu Mama sed shud be cawled Miss Piggy. I am sad. Papa habs bin diggin' today an' he gotted fru da ice an' iz now diggin' owt hyooj roks. Won't finish it today, tho. ITs dark owt. I gotta go now...too sad.

Free at last

Today da toy box sploded. Vito tuk evry toy owt an' played wif eech wun cuz he cud. He likked da flores, he napped in hiz pretzel pozishun - he played owtside an' went in an' owt of da doggy dore. Cuz he cud! Mama keeps a watch ober him so he dont hurt hiz noze, but he bin gud. She puts a widdle creme on hiz snooter to keep it frum gettin' itchy too. An' last nite he slep' in da big bed an' Mama did not eben reelize he wuz dere at awl!! No cone. He iz a happy boy. But den he iz a happy boy wif or wifowt da cone. Heez jus' happy awl da time sept wen he iz mad at me. An' dat iz not reelly mad, but play mad. So bye bye to abby normal an' bak to regular abby normal :).
Best ov awl, Mama iz happy dat Vito did not fro up at awl agan. See?? I tole yu it wuz jus' to get rid ov dat cone! I tole yu!! He iz a smart widdle snot - uh, er, I meen fella.
(Did I say dat owt lowd? - oops)

Snow - need I say mor?

We ar still shuvellin' tons ov snow since storm number 6 haz struk. Mama did not get her car owt until dis day...an' let me tell ya she bin shuvellin', sweepin', plowin', dryin' cloze an' doggies an' cones an' keepin' a i on Mr. Conehed.

FINALLY she gets owt today to get parts fer da sno blower (witch wuz not werkin' wen dis came) an' to keep Hoozywutzit owt ov trubble she tuk him along. He wuz gud in da car, but by da time Mama gotted to da farm assy to get pills fer Dad, Vito started cryin'. Mama parked, looked bak at him an' gagged. Da hole bak seet cuvver, da leesh, da cone an' da hed in it wer awl YUKKY!! Vito frew up. Mama sed it wuz mor fro up dan she ever seed com owt ov a liddle creecher. Ferget da pills - she drived strate home. Off came da cone, da leesh, da blanky on da seet - evryfing! Vito in da kitchen, fro up stuffs in da washer, an' Mama wif a green fase lukkin' a liddle kweezy. Finely she gotted Vito in a chare on her lap an' dey taked a widdle rest.

Now she iz werried abowt hiz noze - iz it gonna brake open? iz he gonna skratch it? iz it gonna stay heeled? Whut a werrywart she iz! Whelp, I awlwayz say wun day atta time, rite? Now lets get da liddle snot into bed fer da nite an' weel see whut coms when da sun rizes.

Till to moro,
Arfur

(Not) Sleeping with Mr. Conehead

Last nite, Mama made a HYOODJ mistake. Vito had bin sleepin' awl nite, so she figgered she wud not giv him hiz calmy pill an' wud wate until dis day to giv it to him. Whelp, she got whut she askt for. Furst, befor we went nitey nite, Vito wuz dashin' an' leepin' an' runnin' an' resslin' an' owt ov control. She fot he wud sleep awl nite cuzza dat. So Daddy taked him up to bed. Da rest iz histerry.

At free o clock Mama woke up to a cone in her face. She mooved him down to da bottom ov da bed, pulled up da blankies, and closed her peepers only to feel da poopy bref ov da Conehead driftin' up into her snooter. Agan, she put him down to da bottom (ware he awlways sleeps) and agan, snorin' in her face. Nex time she put him down, he jumped to da flore an' cried for Daddy to take him down da stares. Now Mama had to take him owt. Zero degreez an' he wanted to rome awl over da yard. After scoopin' up a bushel ov snow, in he came. Now bak to bed. Wile dey wuz gon owtside, I went under da blankies an' fell asleep by ware Mama's feet go. Mama climed into bed an' yu shudda herd pore liddle Vito - or so he wanted Mama N' Daddy to fink. He wined an' he cried an' gotted stuk on da doggy steps wif hiz cone, den bakked up an' cried on da udder side. I wuz prowd ov Mama...she did not bak down. Finally, Vito came up (he cud do it awl along), got under da cuvvers, an' wen he seed dat I wuz in hiz space, he laid nex' to Mama an' putted hiz snow cone on her fye...da top part ov her leg. After da furst screem, we awl settled down an' went to sleep...sept fer Mama...tho I fink she got a liddle bit befor dat myoozic started at 5 firty. I fink she iz still draggin' her butt, but wun fing I am shur ov...she will not skip da calmy pills agan until dat cone iz offa my brudder.

Arfur...catchin' sum zzzzz's wile I can

Help! He's owta control!

Vito must be feelin' reel much better today cuz he went nuts!! He beeted me wif hiz cone agan an' agan an' he ran an' ran awl over da place den wud com bak an' giv me anudder smak wif da cone! Den he went after da Pippicat an' den stuck da cone so far up Hugo's hiney dat Mama fot she wud hav to break suckshun to get him off - almost! Den he ran owt into da snow an' frew snow so hi dat it went over da deck rail - reelly! Mama sed he wooked wike a sno blower comin' across da yard! Oh, an' wen it coms to resslin' dat cone iz cheetin'!! He puts da cone on my back an' I can't get him or get owt frum under it, da liddle rat! Jus' wate until it coms off! I'll sho him! Meenwile, I am keepin' my distance.

Mama gotted tired of da nasty gawze holdin on da cone, so she uzed wun ov Nana's ole scarfs to hold it on. It iz bloo chiffon - but beleev me it don't wook sissy on Vito! Den he broke da edge so Mama taked red Duck tape an' fixeded da cone wif it. Dis cone wooks bedder, but it still seem wike it iz a zillyun yeers old an' not 5 days!

Ooh - did I tell ya? Vito ackshully broked a stitch doin' sumfin. An' dis wuz befor he started gettin' wild! Mama cawled da vet awl upset an' dey sed its no big fing an' not to werry. But dey did say do NOT take da fing off until Saturday at leest! Dey tole her dat cuzza hiz wild streek, dey put it on him befor he eben waked up after hiz surjery. Dey wuz shur he wud be a handful...dey wuz RITE!!

I gotta go get sum sleep...hu cud tell whut he will do tomorrow?
Nitey nite!

Protecktin' Mama frum Mr. Conehead

Now dat we ar on day 4, Vito iz toe tully adjusted to hiz cone head. Mama wuz gonna take it off, BUT yu-no-hu livs on da wild side an' da secund he iz free - WHAM! He iz in trubble. Evin wif da cone Mama cant leev him for a sekund. He traps awl kinds ov fings in hiz cone...wike my hed, Hugo's hiney, furnitchur, toyz, gates, fences...evin in Mama's control. We gotted mor snow so now we hav snow, a layer ov ice, den mor snow. Vito wiww not stay on doze paffs but just HAS to go fru da deep snow. Mama sez he runs wike a sertin kinda horsey...a Rabies yan...dats it! Wif hiz short widdle wegs, he runs faster dan me fru da snow wif hiz hed up hi an hiz tale like a flag behind him and da cone bowncin' wif every step (or leap). He iz awsum!! If he turns too kwik, tho, he scoops up a faceful ov snow - witch he shakes rite owt. He can now get in an' owt ov da crate (also turn arownd in it), go up steps (not down), fit awlmost ennyplace and up an' down offa da sofa wif no help. I fink he iz a sooper heero or sumfin'. BUT I am still number wun! No madder whut. Rite? Yu bet!

Arfur - tryin' to proteck Mama's wegs frum da dredded cone

Pot Roast caper

Awl day today I cud smell da mos' yummy smell. It wuz drivin' me nuts! Den at suppertime, Mama opinned the hot dish an' I wuz shur dat waz ware it wuz commin' from. She taked owt dis big pees of meet an' me an' Vito an' Hugo wuz awl arownd watin' fer a mirikkle. Gess whut? It happinned. Mama dropped da meet on da flore. Rite in front ov my noze!! I wuz so supprized dat I cud not moov. But I'll tell ya - dat old lady may be clumsy but she iz FAST! Afore we noo whut happinned,da meet wuz on da fork, washed off an' bak on da platter in da blink ov a i. Whelp, tomorro iz a nudder day an' I will be waitin'...

Vito's secrut weppin

It iz jus' amazin' how menny fings Vito kin do wif hiz cone head. Furst ov awl, he shuvvels snow, ice, poopies an' toyz. He wawks across da flore an' piks up ennyfing dat luks intrestin'...like tishoos, crums, or dust bunnies (Mama sez dont ask). He duz hav trubble drinkin' an' Mama habs to hold a dish ov water in da cone.
Howebber, now dat 2 dayz haz gon by, he haz masterd da art of cone weppinry. Furst, he trapped da Pippicat in da cone...lukkily Mama seed it happin an' saved bofe da kitty an' Vito's noze. Nex' he put hiz cone ober my hed an' wanted to pway. Mama stoppeded dat too. Den he coned Hugo's hiney. Now Hugo iz old an' cud not move very fast away, so Vito got to sniff an' sniff a LOT! Do I gots to tell da nex wun? Yep, he coned my wizzer - hey! but I am fast an' got away but den wen I turned arownd, he coned my hiney an' sniffed me too! Nex he got Daddy...I won't tell, but it wuz funny. An' Mama's shins an' caffs ar blak an' bloo frum hiz buttin' her.
In spite ov awl diss, I feel sorta sowwy for him. Wen he triez to lie down, he haz such a hard time gettin' cumfy cuzza da cone. Soon it wiww be off, but after da way he wuz today, it won't be az soon az we wanted. He iz still a wild man - eben wif da calmy pillz. He haz got yoozed to it an' can run pretty fast wifowt gettin' stuck or shuvvelin' up stuffs.
I jus' can't wate till my brudder iz free frum dat cone an' iz not a canine weppin enny mor.

Arfur

Today's post will be tomorrow

I am shur dis will be a silly fing to say, but da story for dis day will be tomorrow. But it wiww be worf it.

Arfur

Vito went to da vetman

Vito came home today wif da cone ov shame. It iz very hard not to laff at him...bumpin' into evryfing, scoopin up da sno owtside...tryin' to get outta da doggy dore an' into hiz crate - not happenin' hehehehe. I wiww rite mor tomorrow abowt dis...soooo sleepy. Sorry I misseded two dayz an' rooned my Noo Yeer Rezolooshun.

Bein' gud on a Sundae

We spended da day sleepin' on da cowch wile Mama an' Papa taked Gramma to lunch, den to shop fer stuffs to sew. Mama iz makin' us coats an' shirts an' a big ol' blankie!! AND she is spiffin' up da doggy dore, too!
Dey iz home now, so I am gonna go snuggle cuz I reeelly reelly miss dem wen dey go owt!

Later,
Arfur (lukin' for my noo cote!)

My hedjhoggy

Santa brot me a hedjhoggy an' I luv it sooo much! He also brot me a noo woobie dat iz soft an' bloo. Vito gots a green tuff woobie an' a rope chewie. We bofe gots nylabonies, too. So heer iz da pwoblem. Vito finks he haz to hav dem awl!! He puts dem awl on da cowch, den he hops up an' growls at me. Ov corse wen he turns hims bak, I steel my hedjy an' my woobie an' put dem owtside ware he cant find dem. But he duz. An' last time it snowed...took me free dayz to find my toyz!! But he fownd my woobie furst. Whut a snot he iz! He takes my soft bloo woobie an' triez to kill it! Mama takes it away, but az soon az he gets it bak, he starts chewin' an' rippin' an' tearin' agan. Sooner or later he gets fings gutted, but Mama sews dem bak togevver an' saves da day. At leest he cant hurt my nylabonie...I am a much stronger chewer dan he iz an I cannot eben hurt it! Time fer my nap befor beddybye time. Gotta make shur I gets my spot on da cowch nex to Daddy! [Vito gets hiz lap :( ]

Arfur

My Noo Yeer Rezolooshun

Dis day I made a pwomiss to mysewf to rite ebry day in my blog. It iz not awlwayz eezee, but I wiww do it. I fink I will start to tell my story an' how I gotted to be gud.

Rite now I am tryin' to be kwyet cuz Vito an' Hugo ar nappin'. An' if I wake up Vito, da widdle snot wiww start bein' hiz bratty sewf an' wanna take my chare, my toyz, an' AWL da attenshun.

Now I go to fink abowt whut I am gonna say later on, but fer now...zzzzzzzzzzz...

Furst post ov Noo Yeer

Pweez forgiv, but my big ol' pawsies can't hit da keez an' my typist mama habs bin bizzy. To start da Noo Yeer, I hav pikked up an old habbit. I gots two pares ov papa's pants an' dragged 'em owt hehehehe. Shur skeered mama wif dat! We spent a sum time cold cuzza Papa ficksin' da heeter. But it be ok now an' we ar toasty warm. I fink Mama fergotted to get us doggy food an' its spozed to snow tonite :(. NOT GOOD!! It bedder not snow too much! Cuz sheez gotta go shoppin' an' get sum! Whelp, I gots lots to say but gotta go rite now...
Arfur