Hollyday at Camp Arfur Part 1

Awl week Mama an' Papa wuz bizzy werkin' arownd da howse, da yard, da kitchin  (yummy smewws) an' not payin' az much attenshun to us wike normull.  Den der wuz wots ov fud an' da cooly boxes wuz owt, an' den Vito an' me wuz wokked owt of da howse!  Boo!!  Den, peepull started comin' an' my frenz too!!   In a fwash, I bekame Arfur da host wif da most.  I meeted evrywun at da dore, (or gate), I gweeted my houndy fwendz, I twied to control my pesky brudder hu spended da hole day tryin' to humpity dis reelly nise puppy.  I maded fwendz wif da puppy an' showed him awl arownd da yard - eben my seekrit playses to hide.  He reelly liked doin' da safari game.
Layter on, sumbuddy letted me in da dore.  I fownd a dish dat smewwed reelly gud, so I dwank whut wuz inside.  It made me shaky my hed fer a long time!  And pukker up, too!  Mama sed it wuz vinnegar salad dressin'.  She laffed so hard I fot she wud cry.  I gotta go rite now, but I hav mor to teww layter bowt dis holly day.
Layter,
Arfur

No mor wawkabowts

Da fense iz fixeded.  No mor sneekin fru da holes an' trekkin' arownd da upper ayker of da gote pen.  It shur luks pretty gud, tho.  I dont mind stayin' put, but Vito haz da urj to see da wurld.  It iz cawlin' to hiz noze.

Hims haz started bein' reel fussy, too.  Won't take hiz piwws in da mornin' (I fink dey ar YUMMY!)  Cuz ov diss, he iz gimpyer dan normul.  He iz sorta shayped weerd.  He iz bow leggied in front an' pidjin tode in bak wif a reel skinny butt.  He ways 48.6  pownds an' me, I way 50.6 pownds.  Doze 2 extra pownds ar my handsum rownd furm hiney witch I shuv in hiz fayse evry chance I get wen we ressle.  I iz awl mussel - yu bedder beleev it!  Vito iz loooonnnnngg an' skinny an' fwexibul witch I am not.  He can awlmos' bend wike a pwetzel!!

Whelp, gotta go make shur Papa goze an' puts up hims feets.

Later,

Arfur

Ware is spring?

Vito an' me cud not find it, so we went wawkabowt.  A tree braked owr fense an' Papa iz ficksin' it.  Vito iz a grate splorer an' he fownd a hole in da fense...hehehe...so - Mama wuz in da kitchin cukin' sumfin' an' lukked owt da windo an' whut did she see?  Me, comin' owta da barn wif Vito behind me.  We wuz chekkin' on Papa's udder projeck, da trakter skooper.  But Papa wuz not dere!  He wuz in da howse wif Mama.  An' I fink he herd abowt da problem cuz we cud heer Mama awl da way up to da barn.  Papa wuz owt da dore ina flash an' wuz cawlin' us to com in da front dore.  Hay!  I no ware da cukkies ar!  Vito on da udder hand, cannot control hims noze.  It takes him to da darndest pwaces.  He finely followed me, but layter he went splorin'  agan an' camed bak wif a pees of anteek meddle awl caked wif durt.  He haz a fing for meddle.  He findz nales an' skrooz an' stranje odd fings made ov meddle.  Mama made Papa cloze evry liddle hole an' now we ar' confined to korters till she kan take us owt an' watch us.   O well.  After 2 twips to da fense cumpany an' a wot ov dollers layter, da fense shud be fixted tonite.  Achsully, we wuz sorta lukky last nite.  Mama habbed da doggy dore lokked (it iz awlways opin at nite - yooshully) an' gess whut?  Vito waked up but Mama wud not wet him owt in spite ov winin' an' cwyin'...gud fing!  Da bare camed last nite!! Vito wudda bin a widdle snak fer him!   Me, on da udder hand, wudda skared him away wif my biggest skerriest woof.  Rite?  Yu betcha!

Arfur