Happy Daddy's Day

We bin not allowd to uze da 'puter fer a wile now, but yippee we ar owt ov da doggy howse now until layter.   Yep, we dood it agan.  Vito steeled a pees ov Papa's frensh toste - wif syrup on it an' ebryfing.  He gotted da taybull, da flore an' da cownter awl stikky.  So, yu say, only Vito wuz nawty? (hangs head)  Nope.  I  taked da lofe ov bred dat wuz left but I cud not reech da eggy dish - only da bred.  I mannidged to gulp it down afore Mama cawt me.  Banned frum da kitchin agan.

Now wile Papa wuz vizitin' wif da yungest pup (not da liddlest - 6 foots 6  inchus high), Mama camed owt to cut da grasses. As she camed owt da dore, she seed da furst hummy bird ov da yeer at da hummy burd feeder.  Now itsa gud fing she gotted it owt dere!  Cuz if da feeder iz not owt, dat hummy bird coms to da window an' meeps at her!  Yup, "meep meep! meep!!  MEEP!!!" on da windo sill.  He gotsa fyooze shorter dan my hairs. Eben shorter dan da bloobirdie.   Wen she coms owtside, da red birdies an' da woody pekkers an' da yellow birdies dey awl fly away, but not da hummy bird.  He not skerred ov nuffin!

I be tawkin' to ya to morra cuz der iz so much to tell sinse I bin' away so long!  Wayt till ya heer whut camed frum Scotland!  oh - an' da bare, too - oh - an da piknik  ware do I bee gin?.

Layter,
Arfur

Nawty Vito hidin'

Owr frend doin' owr backyard safari in da lilleez

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

A Happy Sad Day

AaaarroooooOOOO!!! Arfur heer.  On Saddurday we  gotted in da truk wif Papa an' Mama  an' set off onna davenchur.  We wented to Papa's werk an' gess whut!  Dere wuz Mama's car awl in peeses!  Whelp, Papa putted it togevver  - he sed he fixeded sumfin' an' de putted us awl in da car an' off we went!  I dont' hav enny ideya ware we went, but wen we waked up we wuz at da Boredwaddle in Oshun Sitty!  We cud smell wots ov frenz  an' furst fing we fownded Antieez Ileen an' Shelley wif Charlie an' Vivian.  Den owr nozes taked us to Antie Donna an' her coffee  an yummy donuts (I almos' gotted wun but dey cawt me).  Den we seed Antie Ellie an' Jackie an' Jackie habbed a bad boo boo an' her hand wuz awl rapped up.  Whelp, soon da pawrade started an' we gotted in da car an' went to da oshun to watch.  Vito cannot wawk da hole fing cuzza hiz cwooked weg an' heez gotted too hebby for Papa to carry awl da way (an' it WUD be awl da way - sept wen Vito seed a gurl!)  Whelp, we fownd a pwace to watch an' Mama wuz wuvving seein' da oshun  wen awl of a sudden POOF!  Dere wuz Antie Dawn.  She wuz by hersewf, but we cud sniff Pawtunia on her.  She sed Pawtunia iz startin' to wawk - gud nooz!  Enny way, da peeplez tawked wile Vito an' me gotted pets an' pitchers taken an' I eben gots a reelly hebbenly massahdj frum dis nice man hu sed I wooked wike hiz basset at da bridge.  He camed bak an' rubbed me free times!!  Dat felt soooo gud - but I fink it feeled bedder to him.  An' Antie Dawn gibbed us wots an' wots ov tweets - she iz da BEST!
We watched awl da bassets an' bands an' fings go by den went to da piknik.  Dey ated, tawked, shopped, an' bizzited wif owr fwendz an' yu cud tell Mama an' Papa wuz gettin' tired.  Not US!  Dem!  After wots ov gud byes an' hugs an' stuffs, dey putted us inna car an' we started home.  I don't wemember much untill we suddenly gotted offa da hiway - yu cud feel da ruff rode.  Papa habbed Mama drive up da coste an' we seed all da broked billdings an'sand an' no bored wawk an' hole towns clozed wif no stores enny more.  Peeses of howses wuz evryware.  An'we seed a pile ov hole howses on top ov eech udder.  We seed ware howses burned down an' der wuz nuffin but frigeraydors an' stufss like dat left.  Ware howses had bin dere wuz big emty pwaces.  Mama habbed teers in her ize.  It wuz much mor terrubul dan da pitchers we seed.  Wun howse habbed da hole roof an' top flore of an nudder house stuk in it.  Doze poor peepulls.  Dey iz payin' a morgudge, a bilder (sum ov dem- sum arnt fixin' dem), an' rent to liv sumplayse.  No buddy iz helpin' dem.  Dat iz so terrubbul!  Den we wented bak to da hiway an' hedded home an' we went bak to sweep.  Da day wuz so byootyful an' so happy an' den der wuz such sadness.  We shur iz lukky.  Now we iz lukkin' at da pitchers an' Mama cant get dem owt ov her fone.  So we will show sum wen she figgers it owt., OK?  Now Vito an' me iz werkin' at gettin' fed as much now dat we iz home az we gotted at da Waddle.  So far no luk.
Later
Arfur    

Dont chase MY Pippicat!

Whut a skerry fing to happin.   Mama herd sumbuddy yellin' in owr front yard (ware me an' Vito can't get to).  She an' Papa camed owt da kitchin dore an' dere wuz owr naybor skreemin' fer hiz doggy (hu wuz offa hiz leesh) cuz he ran after owr Pippicat an' habbed her trapped under da car.  Dis habs happinned befor.  So Mama sed to da man, "Dat dog belongs onna leesh! He bedder not hurt my cat!"  Da man skweemed at her, "Shut up, yu wakko!"  Kin yu beweev it? So Mama sed bak, "YU r da wakko!!! - Keep dat dog onna leesh!"  At dis, Papa neerly came owta da dore but he seed Mama wuz under kontrol so he letted her handle it but he wuz waitin' rite dere if he wuz needed (an' he wuz weelly innoyed).  An' da man kep skreemin' an got tween Mama's car an' Papa's twuk an' cud not ketch hiz doggy.  Den he finely gets da doggy onna leesh, hits him, den skeeems awl da way down owr dwiveway - ober 100 feets long - an' awl da way down da street  (about a fowzand feets) skeeemin' awl da way in a vewy skerry voyse.  So gess whut?  Munday Mama iz cawlin' da annymull control offysur an' sayin' sumfin' bowt dis happinin' awl da time.  Wast time da Pippicat wuz on da front porch - a zillyun feets away frum da rode an' dat doggy camed after her but Mama stepped in frunt ov da Pippicat an' tol' da man to keep dat doggy onna leesh (yeah rite!).  Da man duz not say heez sorry or nuffin'. Jus' skreems at Mama hu nebber eben tawks lowd at him.  Whut a weerd hyooman.    An' he cawls ME vishus cuz he seez Vito an' me playin' an' we ressull and growl an' bawk wen we pway. (Oh - an' I woof at him ebry time he goze by cuz he yewws at me an' sez bad werds.)  I fink HE iz vishus!  Whut a skerry man!

Arfur (hu wudda saved da Pippicat if he cudda got owta da fense!)

Whut wuz dat??

Wast nite, Mama an' Papa gode owt to get gas fer da truk.  I herd dem say dat.  Dey did not com bak for a long time.  Wen dey got heer, da deerz wuz waitin' fer dem to get fed, so Papa did dat wile Mama brot in da birdy feeders so da bare duz not eet dem.  But ya noe dey did not smeww rite.  Eeeeew - dey smewwed diffrunt.  Nebber ebber smewwed wike dat befor.  Dey wuz awl xsited too.  Jabberin' an' tawkin' bowt sumfin' cawled a beever an' how it wuz losted an' dey seed him goin' to da bizzy rode.  Papa iz awlways a heero, so he wented rownd da blok an' commed bak to save dat beever frum da cars.  Cars mash fings an' leev dem fer big birdies to eet. Yuk!  So Mama taked pitchers an' Papa garded dat beever an' Mama cawwed da poleesman to hewp  dem.  Beevers dont see vewy gud so he wuz losted.  But tween Papa an' da poleesman, dey gotted him heddin' bak to da lake.   Whew!   Dat wuz a close wun!  Mama sed it wuz reely cool to see a beever dere cuz der nebber bin a beever in dat lake before. It cud be trubble  an' like udder beevers in dis areea he mite get taked to a noo home.   Hope not.  I wanna see wun.  Mama sed heez bigger dan a grownd hoggy so I bedder be careful.  Luk an' dont tuch she sez.  Rite.