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