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
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