Pwoblems fixd an' vaykayshun

AAARRROOOO!! Lukky to be bak. Habbed sum ishooz wif my bloggy, but heer I am.
We wuz on vaykayshun for a long time. But Vito 'n' me wuz lukky cuz Mama an' Papa did not fly away dis time. YARRROOO!

 We gotted to go to da oshun ware we fownd owt whut a buckbuck chikky Vito iz. He wuz runnin' away frum da wadder cuz he fot it wuz skerry! I LUV da beech! Vito wuz happy layin' nex to Papa on da blankie away frum da oshun. Mama an' me - we luv advenchur lukkin' fer stuff on da beech.

Den Mama an' Papa gode apple pikkin' at Antie T's howse. We gotted to eet da peels wen dey gutted da apples to make pize. Yippee! (Vito spitted hiz owt). Mama sed Papa went up a tree. I wudda liked to see dat!

An nudder day, dey came home smewwin' funny. Turned owt dey wuz pettin' horsies cuz dey went on a horsie waggin ride.

Evry nite we bin havin' a viziter. It iz a big ol' black teddy bare. He bended fings, eeted da naybors garbidj, and waked Mama up growlin', cuz I fink he wuz mad he did not find no fuds heer.

Evry day Papa wuz werkin' on da fences. He fixeded owr fense, da gotie fenses (part ov dem, ennyway), da fense to da barn an' mor. He workeded on dat stuff an' da wood pile to keep owr hineys warm awl winter. Dat man werked awl fru hiz vay kayshun. He spended da indore time wif a book cawled CDL  (dont ask me whut dat iz). Den wun day he came home awl happy cuz he past da test for da CDL. Up till den, he wuz preddy nurvuss.

Now dat its awl over, we miss havin' Papa heer awl da time. We also miss awl doze wite boxes! But we iz catchin' up on owr naps so it iz not awl bad. Now if we cud jus' stop Mama from bringin' owt da lowd sucky masheen. We HATE it!!

Later,
Arfur

Da Trakter Show

We gotted to go wif Mama an' Papa to da trakter show reel far away. Papa taked da trakter, so we rided wif Mama. Vito cried awl da way - owch, my eers!!  But wen we gotted dere, it wuz GRATE! Peepul drop  fud awl ober da playse. We shared a hammy burger wif Mama an' a cupple frize, too. We herd da man singin' reel nice moosik, but we wuz in da middle ov i screem land. And peepul habbed whut Mama cawled a "appul dumpin'" under it!! We did not get enny, tho, cuz Mama kep' us on a reely short leesh. I wanna ask wy, tho, peepul wanna pet us wile dey are holdin' i screem, cuz dat iz torchur...nilla, choklit, peech, budder peecan - I dreemed abowt it awl nite. Mama nebber met so menny peepul wif basset hownds sept at basset fingys. An' dey awl hadda pet, skritch, snuggle, rub, an' luv on us awl day long. I cud not be happy tho. As hard as I tride to tell Mama, she wuz not heerin' until she taked us in wun ov da liddle shops an' I hedded rite for da heeter. BING! Da lite camed on! She dragged me to da nex shop an' gotted me a widdle kids swet shurt. In no time at awl, she habbed da sleeves rolled up, put it ober my hed, an' smooved it owt.
 

AAAAHHHH! Reeleef!! At last! Now I cud ackshully hav fun. Da lady dat sold Mama da shurt, ran in an gotted a pickshur taker an' taked my pickshur cuz she sed no buddy wud beleev it. I fink she nebber went to a basset pawrade. Mama wuz kikkin' her sewf for not bringin' owr swedders wif us. My ole bones get cold, after all. After I gotted my shurt, I gotted snapped at by a stoopid pit bull - but I shode him! I snapped rite bak!! Den, wile we wuz sittin' by Papa's trakter, I awmost gotted run ober by 2 sub adults on a quadsikkle.  A lot mor peepulls came by an' sed hi to me an' Vito, an' we wuz so wownd up we cud not eben sleep on da ride home. Whut a grate day! I gots mor to teww, but sooo tired zzzzz.......
Layter,
Arfur