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.