Owr Fanksgiving Mirackles

Not only did it snow on Fanksgiving, but a flower growed in owr garden for da furst time. It wuz sooo cold owt! Don't hav enny ideya how dat flower came dere. We did not get to go wif Mama an' Papa to Gramma's, but dey brot us back turkey an' lots ov gud smells. We hav so menny fings to say fank yu for.  An' Mama sez fank gudness we wuz gud!

Helpful houndies

Now, furst fing I shud tell yu iz Hugo iz az old az durt.  He sumtimes haz pwoblems makin' it to da doggy dore, speshully wen he bin sleepin'.  He wakes up an' finks if he wawks fru a dore, he iz owt.  NOT.  Sumtimes he ackshully goze fru da doggy dore an' can't find owt how to get back innit.  So he woofs.  And he woofs.
Ennyhow, dis mornin' Mama coms down da stares an' seez a puddle by Hugo's chare.  Wile she iz gettin' stuffs to clean it an' spray it, she stops in da washer room to put on slippers.  Hmm...somfin' did not feel rite.  Takes her footie owt an dere iz sumfin brown on it.  EEeeeeewwwww!  Now ware did she step in dat??  Yup, neer da puddle.  So after she cleened it offa her foot, gotted her shooz on, mopped up da puddle an' sprayed it wif pee stuff, she went fer tishoo to pick up da pooper ware ebber dey were.  Only 2 wuz left - da wun she pikked up an' da wun I pikked up!  See?  I helped her owt an' so did Vito hu gotted sum befor Mama gotted dere at awl.  So Mama only had wun widdle piece to pick up an fro away.  An' yu fot houndies cud not help cleen, rite?  Hehehe.  Never under es - ,er, esti, uh...wemember we kin do ennyfing if we wanna.  Now to get my turkey treet...
Later!
Arfur

We ar fankful

Hugo an' Vito an' me wer finking abowt Fanksgiving an' we reel lized dat we ar lukky hounds.  We gots snuggy comfy beds wen we wanna sleep in dem an' Mama's bed wen we don't.  We gots yummy food an' a gramma dat cooked speshul turkey jus' fer US .  We gots a Mama an' Papa dat gets gilty cuz dey left us alone an' gived us extra treets!  An' wen dey got home, extra snuggles, too!  We got a nickzillyun toys to play wif an' a hyooj bak yard to run an' play in.  AND we hav a doggy dore so we can go dere wen we want to.  Best ov awl we hav Camp Arfur to hav frends com an' visit us an' a Mama an' Papa dat lets dem...ackshully invites dem!  Hmmm...dere iz a pat turn here...do yu see it?  I fink da fing we ar most fankful for iz owr Mama an' Papa an' da home we awl share.  We ar not homeless hownds enny mor!  
                                      
Sooo we try to gets munny fer to help da howndies dat ar still homeless!  Dats wy I rited my book!  I awlreddy sended munny to da ole doggies at House ov Puddles an' I wanna send sum to Antie Leslie in 'Tana fer her homeless howndies to keep warm (cuz it is brrrrrrrrrrr!!! cold dere!)  I hope mor peeples will get my book so I kin help 'Tana Basset Reskew too.  Dey reelly need it!  Hugo likes da ole doggy reskews like HOP an' Senior Houndsabound so we hav dem on owr list too.  Me?  I wanna help dem AWL!!  Why? Evry houndy shud hav a home an' sumbuddy hu luvs dem.  Like me.
I am such a lukky boy!

Hu wudda thunk?

Nebber thot I'd be riting this - dat my brudder iz a brave but dum hero.  Last nite I wuz takin' my nappy on da big chare an' I cud heer Vito wif hiz deep ol' "WOOF!" owtside.  I figgered he wuz woofin' at da gotes an' I had awreddy had my turn an' it wuz time fer my nap.  Mama kep heerin' him an' got da lite an' went to see whut he wuz barkin' at.    Furst she gotted him in da howse in case it wer a bare or skunk or sumfin' like dat.  She surched evryware but cudn't see nuffin' but a pare ov peepers shinin' up in da gote pen.  Yellow peepers, reddish uppy-sticky eers...mus' be Pippicat - an' dat wud explane da nukklehed barkin' hiz branes owt.  So she cawls..."Pippi!"  Nuffin' but a blink.  "Heer Pippi!"  Nuffin' - jus' an udder blink ov da yello peepers.  So Mama, dum lady dat she iz, opinned da gote gate an' wawked up da hill.  Now da goties wuz nurvuss.  Dat werried Mama cuz dey iz not afrade of much.  Dey gots horns!  (I kin teww yu frum furst hand speeryense).  So Mama wawked.  Az she went up da hill, da critter got up an' ran away but not far.  Den she cud see da bushy tale - a fox!  So she shooed it an' it ran a liddle mor, but still not owta da gote pen (witch iz pritty big - bowt a aker).  Now she coms an' gets me an' Vito - cawz gosh darnit I am woke up now.  She haz us sniff da yard an' pee an' stuff...but no barkin' cuz dere wuz no fox dere now.
So hu wudda thunk my brudder wud be a heero?  Not me.  He's a dum pane in da...fooey Mama iz sayin' nuh-uh.  So I tole yu an' now it iz nappy time agan.
Arfur

                                              Vito on watch

Old dog gets da cookies

Whelp, today my ayngshunt brudder showed he iz still da bestest feef ebber.  Mama filled owr boles fer supper an' putted Hugo in da kitchin, me at my spot in da eetin' room an' Vito in hiz crate (ware he goze awl by hisself az soon az she pix up da boles.)  We awl did whut we iz spozed to an wuz eetin' nice.  Suddinly Mama jumps up an' runs fru da kitchin gate jus' in time to catch Hugo suckin' up cookies as fast as he can.  A parent lee he kin still reech doze hard to git at playses.  She chased him owt an' tried to keep me frum runnin' in to finish da job.  An' she did it, too.  Kep me owt.  Nex he ran behind Mama's chare wif Vito on his tail an' Vito jus' kep sniffin' an' breevin' in da cookie smell an' I bet he cud evin tayst dem on Hugo's breff.  Ennyway, we ar awl in owr corners now an' droolin' an' dreemin' abowt steelin' cookies.  
Yer never too old to be bad, I gess.  Or luv cookies.

Colleckshun continyooed

Mama is on da war path agan.  Vito mooved hims colleckshun to da bedroom.  NOT a good moove on his part!  She is tossin' it owta da windoe.  She still mad frum last nite wen he waked me up to go owtside to bark at a critter in da dark in da middle ov da nite.  I bet it wuz da Pippicat, but hu can be shur wif my nutty brudder?  Ennywayz, Mama an' Papa gotted waked up (an' probly da naybors too) an' we gotted scolded an' sent to bed.

My weerd brudder

Mama iz a widdle upset.  She fot she had cyoored Vito ov a very bad habbit.  But she fownded hiz latest colleckshun hid behind her rockin' chare.  He collecks woolly bares an' stinky bugs.  He digs da woolly bares (day iz liddle wormies wif a fuzzy cote) owt ov da leefs an' brings dem in.  Da stinky bugs com in on dare own but he finds dem an' stashes dem wif da woolies.  I fink da naybors herd her find dem.  Yup, priddy shur.  Now da wooly bares iz back owtside ware day belong an' da stinky bugs ar in da sukky monster dat cleens up owr hares.  Cuz if yu tuch a stinky bug...dey stink!
Well, fer da time bein', Vito haz a colleckshun ov yellow balls in hiz crate.  We wiww see how long he duz dat.  Mama better hope fer frost soon. :)
Later,
Arf