Dis week Vito killd my faverit fwoggy dat I taked ebry playce I went. He wuz lukky cuz it wuz so sharp an' crunchy! Mama wuz reelly mor upset dan me cuz it cudda hurt us. So I iz hopin' fer da Eester Bunny to bwing me sumfin'. But I iz wunderin'...
Mama sended candy to Craig in UT, awlso has sum fer Kyle hu iz spozed to go to Gramma's wif Mama an' Papa (maybe). Den she gotted sum fer Daddy. Nuffin' fer us dat I cud see. So its gotta com wif da Eester Bunny.
Vito awlreddy haz figgered owt ware da candy iz. But it iz in a pwace we cannot get to. Papa sed "Don't twust doze two - put it in an udder room reel hi so dey cannot get it!" pout. We reely cant get it. Not eben Vito.
We wiww see I iz too 'sited to eben fink about it.
Till Eester!
Arfur
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Bizzy week, BIG sprize
Awl week Mama bin wippin' an tarin' da kitchin apart. She bin fillin' bags an' bags wif ode fuds, ode pwastik stuff, ode dishiz- she fiwwed FREE twash cans wif stuffs. After awl dis werk, she finewy has a kitchin cownter, wots ov cabinit spayses, no mowses, an' a smile. Whew! we gots tard jus' watchin' her! Den she hit da clozits an' fiwwed fore - cownt 'em wun, too, free, fore - FORE bags ov ode cwoze fer gud will. WHEW! Whut a bizzy bee! She wored us owt. We ackshully wet her sweep at nite, too.
Till last nite.
Furst we wud not com in frum last cawl. She camed an' got us. Den, we went owt agan after wast cawl an' Vito waz woofin' hiz hed off! Mama went to da front dore to see if sumwun wuz in da drive, but nope - but da naybor's yappy widdle weener dog wuz yappin' away an' we wuz woofin'!! BIG TIME! Mama sed we awl mus' be woofin' at eech udder, brot us in an' cwozed da doggy dore an' sent us to bed.
Dis mornin' wuz da sprize. Yesterday Mama fiwwed awl da birdy feeders. Wen Papa weft fer werk dis mornin', he sez "ware ar da feeders?" He wawks up to da dore wif wun ov da feeder hook fingys - bent wike a pwetzel an' no feeders. Da udder hook iz GONE - feederz an' awl. He wawks into da bak ov da howse neer owr fence an' dere it iz - 3/4 inch iron bent wike a pees of sketty. Now we wuz twyin' to teww her wast nite but she wud not wissen to us. She cud hab saved it awl if onwy she pade attenshun wen we tole her da bare wuz owt dere. But NO. So dis mornin' we wuz reel kwiet. Did not eben bark fer owr bwekfist. Ya no whut we iz sayin?
Tode yu so!
Mebbee nex' time she wiww wissen to us. Mebbee.
Arfur
Till last nite.
Furst we wud not com in frum last cawl. She camed an' got us. Den, we went owt agan after wast cawl an' Vito waz woofin' hiz hed off! Mama went to da front dore to see if sumwun wuz in da drive, but nope - but da naybor's yappy widdle weener dog wuz yappin' away an' we wuz woofin'!! BIG TIME! Mama sed we awl mus' be woofin' at eech udder, brot us in an' cwozed da doggy dore an' sent us to bed.
Dis mornin' wuz da sprize. Yesterday Mama fiwwed awl da birdy feeders. Wen Papa weft fer werk dis mornin', he sez "ware ar da feeders?" He wawks up to da dore wif wun ov da feeder hook fingys - bent wike a pwetzel an' no feeders. Da udder hook iz GONE - feederz an' awl. He wawks into da bak ov da howse neer owr fence an' dere it iz - 3/4 inch iron bent wike a pees of sketty. Now we wuz twyin' to teww her wast nite but she wud not wissen to us. She cud hab saved it awl if onwy she pade attenshun wen we tole her da bare wuz owt dere. But NO. So dis mornin' we wuz reel kwiet. Did not eben bark fer owr bwekfist. Ya no whut we iz sayin?
Tode yu so!
Mebbee nex' time she wiww wissen to us. Mebbee.
Arfur
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Sekund fots
Erly in dis mornin' it shur seemed wike a grate ideya to wake Mama up an' go owt at 4 am. Now normully, I get in bed wif her at 4. But Vito wanted to go owt an' I fot, "Shur, y not?"" So wen Vito started to wine, I butted Mama in da hed an' woked her up. Now, to say Mama wuz sownd ass sleep iz puttin' it witely. She wuz OWT. But she drug herself down da steps an wetted us owt (we wuz clozed in cuz Vito was bawkin' at sumfin' at 2 am da nite before.) She wuz so ass sleep dat she cud not get bak up da steps. But she finely did but wen da noyze maker went off at 5 firty, she wuz not perky. Not at awl.
She did not yell or compwane, tho. She dwagged her weery butt down da steps, made da coffee, made Papa's lunch, made Papa's bwekfist, feeded Vito an' me an' den sat down. She an' Papa awlways tawk in da mornin' an' dey bofe did lots ov dat. Wen Papa left, Mama pored her haff cup o' coffees, heeted a haffa bagle (not da dog) an' sat to do her votin' an' lissen to da nooz. She started not feelin' gud - we cud teww. But she did da lawndry, den da dishes, den bakeded cukkies, den she wuz werried. It iz nuffin noo, but it wuz a bad day dis time. Herz gots a twikky Ball Batter ( I fink dats it) an' wen it acks up, she don't pway wif us, go owtside, or eben eet choklit like normal. Well, we wuz nursses awl day. We taked turns keepin' her warm an' gettin' pets. Den she suddenly sed - OMIGOSH! An' went an' gotted da Yummy hartgard cukkies an' da fruntline itchykiller. A widdle wate, but she finely membred. Man doz cukkies she bakeded shur smewwed gud. But wen she diid not eben eet WUN we figgered owt we gotta be nurses today.
Tomorro shud be bedder. No madder whut, she plugs on ennyway, but we reelly gotta wet her sweep dis time. Sheez awreddy saggin' bet she goze up erly. Hey! Vito! If yer gonna bark, do it now befor bedtime so we awl kin go to bed! (da widdlwe snot.)
Arfur, not wikin' bein' a nurss.
She did not yell or compwane, tho. She dwagged her weery butt down da steps, made da coffee, made Papa's lunch, made Papa's bwekfist, feeded Vito an' me an' den sat down. She an' Papa awlways tawk in da mornin' an' dey bofe did lots ov dat. Wen Papa left, Mama pored her haff cup o' coffees, heeted a haffa bagle (not da dog) an' sat to do her votin' an' lissen to da nooz. She started not feelin' gud - we cud teww. But she did da lawndry, den da dishes, den bakeded cukkies, den she wuz werried. It iz nuffin noo, but it wuz a bad day dis time. Herz gots a twikky Ball Batter ( I fink dats it) an' wen it acks up, she don't pway wif us, go owtside, or eben eet choklit like normal. Well, we wuz nursses awl day. We taked turns keepin' her warm an' gettin' pets. Den she suddenly sed - OMIGOSH! An' went an' gotted da Yummy hartgard cukkies an' da fruntline itchykiller. A widdle wate, but she finely membred. Man doz cukkies she bakeded shur smewwed gud. But wen she diid not eben eet WUN we figgered owt we gotta be nurses today.
Tomorro shud be bedder. No madder whut, she plugs on ennyway, but we reelly gotta wet her sweep dis time. Sheez awreddy saggin' bet she goze up erly. Hey! Vito! If yer gonna bark, do it now befor bedtime so we awl kin go to bed! (da widdlwe snot.)
Arfur, not wikin' bein' a nurss.
Monday, March 4, 2013
RAAYYD!!!
Ha! Yu fot I went away agan. RONG! Vito an' me wuz plannin' a big skor. Wen Mama did not take us in da car dis time, we gotted eben.
Vito kin opin a gate. Better yet, he haz bin pwaktissin' opinnin' a latch. To day wuz VIKTORRY!!
He gotted da latch opin. Den he gotted dat gate opin. Den he letted me in da kitchin. Mama iz not very carefull cuzza da gate. SO...we gotted in da garbidje, den we gotted a pakidge of cheez she wuz fawin' owt. We eeted da kat fud, da kitty tweets, a box o' biskits, sum pasta, wemmin dwops, a boddul ov hunny, an' a box ov cwakkers. We awso shredded a pile ov male dat Papa had weft on da taybul. I, bein' da tawl wun, gotted sum eggy shells dat wuz in da sink. I can not eben wemember awl da gud stuffs we eeted an' shredded.
Wen Mama camed home, we wuz owtside to gweet her, aktin' wike we wanted owr dinner. Vito iz a gwate aktor - he wooked wike a widdle ayngel - awl innosent.
I gots a gilty fayse. Mama wawked in da howse an' went CWAZY!!! Yu not eetin! she sed in a big big voyse. Den she gotted da bwoom an' started sweepin' (till she fownded da hunny) an a hole role ov Bownty. She maded us wate, but she did feed us owr supper. After a big leckshur. An' a skoldin'. An' da meen fayse treetment. She cant stay mad. We iz her babies.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Arfur
Vito kin opin a gate. Better yet, he haz bin pwaktissin' opinnin' a latch. To day wuz VIKTORRY!!
He gotted da latch opin. Den he gotted dat gate opin. Den he letted me in da kitchin. Mama iz not very carefull cuzza da gate. SO...we gotted in da garbidje, den we gotted a pakidge of cheez she wuz fawin' owt. We eeted da kat fud, da kitty tweets, a box o' biskits, sum pasta, wemmin dwops, a boddul ov hunny, an' a box ov cwakkers. We awso shredded a pile ov male dat Papa had weft on da taybul. I, bein' da tawl wun, gotted sum eggy shells dat wuz in da sink. I can not eben wemember awl da gud stuffs we eeted an' shredded.
Wen Mama camed home, we wuz owtside to gweet her, aktin' wike we wanted owr dinner. Vito iz a gwate aktor - he wooked wike a widdle ayngel - awl innosent.
I gots a gilty fayse. Mama wawked in da howse an' went CWAZY!!! Yu not eetin! she sed in a big big voyse. Den she gotted da bwoom an' started sweepin' (till she fownded da hunny) an a hole role ov Bownty. She maded us wate, but she did feed us owr supper. After a big leckshur. An' a skoldin'. An' da meen fayse treetment. She cant stay mad. We iz her babies.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Arfur
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