Gud nooz

At wast my mowf iz tawkin' agan.  Wun mor time I habbed a fing growing in my mowf.  I awso habbed sum toofies dat hurted.  Mama an' Papa seed dat I habbed red drool sum days an' cuz I choo stiks, dey fot I cut myself.  Nope.  Papa fownd da noo fingy in my mowf and off dey taked me to da vet.  Mama habbed to dwag me down da side wawk to da vets dore.  Den, I wud not go inside.  Gess hu wun?  Not me.  Wen I waked up later on, Mama wuz dere to get me. She sed my eyez wooked weerd.  Enny how, I heered her teww Papa dat I habbed fore toofies pulled owt an' da nasty fingy taked owt agan.  I hope it dont com bak agan.  Dere iz a reely gud fing abowt awl dis...da fuds!  I cannot hab kibbles, witch I luvs.  But I CAN hab yummy soft fud dat iz deelishuss!  Mama hides my piwws in it, but I dont care.  It taystes reelly gud.  Den, Mama an' Papa wented owt to eet fer a fwends burfday an dey brot bak STAKE!!  It wuz soooo yummy!!  So eben if my mowf hurts a widdle, dere iz a wot ov gud fings to make me feel bedder.  Plus, I gets extra snuggles an' luvvies too.  So dis iz da return ov da beww hownd!  Mr. Mowf.  Mr. Big Mowf.  Dat lowd dawg.  Me.  Arfur.   BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!  Life iz GUD!!