Vito tawks

Yep, I sed I wud post mor ov Arfur's stories. But jus' fer today, I gotta tawk.

Now I am awl alone. I nebber ebber wuz alone in my life. Yu mite notiss I tawk a bit difrent dan my brudder did. I dont hab hiz floppy flews or slobber. I wuz nebber afrade ov NUFFIN...til now. Ya see, I dont hab my mussel enny mor. My big brudder taked care ov me in a way dat da peeps cant.Yeah, I hav Papa an' Mama. But dat iz not da same. Dey cant bite. So now da werld iz a big skerry plase. I cry a wot. I hav lerned dat winin' gets me far. I awlso am no longer an eet-it-awl type basset. I am fussy. I am pikky. I spit fings owt. I freeked Mama owt today wen I spitted owt a cheez doodull. "AR yu OK??" "Yu awlwayz liked Cheez Doodulls!" Yup. I am lernin' to pway da game. Az onwy a onwy dog can do. I gots da werld on a string. It may be big an' skerry, but I'm werkin' on fixin' dat.

Vito