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