Da yeerly basset piknik

Ebry yeer we hab a big piknik on da day we wemembew da soljers dat died. Speshully cuz da slaves noo peepulls dat died an' dere famlies wuz in da wars. But reely speshully cuz dey luv bassets, basset peepulls, fwends, an' gud fuds. (At leest Vito 'n' me wike da gud fuds hehehe).

Dis yeer we habbed five ov us bassets - Dexter, hu can't see, but has a gwate sniffer; Horton, hu iz a widdwe shy; Cleo, hu rools wif a iwon paw; Vito, an' me. We gots lots an' lots of pets, snakkies, an' snooter kisses frum da peepulls. Eben Horton, hu wud uzhually stay by his mama.

It wuz code an' rayny. So Papa lit up da chimminee up an' da wood stove to keep da code away.
We eben habbed myoozik. Unka Jim bwot a gittar an' he pwayed an' sang songs to us.

I did not get fru da day wifowt gettin' in twubble. Dere wuz so much fuds on da taybul an' no buddy wuz by it. Get da pitcher?

Me chekkin' owt da taybul

I gots a pees ov cwakker, a cuppla liks ov cabbidj, sum hammy burger, an almos' got sum froot salad, sum roles, an' a fyoo udder fings neer da edj. I ayn't tewwin' no buddy whut else cuz den dey wud get madder. I did get putted in jale fer a wile. But I iz too cyoot to stay dere an' dey letted me owt to get pets an' luvved on agan. I can not wate untiw we do dis agan. I jus' luv pikniks.
 

Da chikken torcher

Mama putted chikken on da owt dore cukker. It wuz smewwin' soooo gud! Vito 'n' me wuz sneekin' up on dat an' gotted cawt by Mama. I wetweeted to da middul ov da yawd ware I wuz plottin' to ambush da cukker. Dis wuz me plannin':

Den she lokked us in da howse. :(

Too sad to keep ritin'.
Arfur

Wawkin' in da wain - I iz singin' agan

Jus' wawkin' in da wain,
Gettin' weelly wet,
Twakkin' in da mud
She didn't katch me yet!

Jus' wawkin' in da wain,
Stompin'  in da goo
Lookin' fer my hedgie
Da wun dat's bwandy new.

Wook owt heer she coms,
Drippin', chasin' me
Oops I fink she feww
In da puddwe dat I see.

Jus' wawkin' in da wain,
Stayin' owt of wreech,
Until sheez nise an' calm
An' I dont heer her skweech.

Jus' wawkin' in da wain,
Muddy eerz an' paws,
Twak akwoss da flore,
Sheez not chasin' ennymore.

Itz not eezy beein' gween

Gud mornin'!  AAARRROOOOOO!!! We bin hewpin' Papa in da bak yard. We habbed twubble wif da doggy dore so he bilt us a step. We wuz wippin up hiz gwass seeds, so he putted a widdwe bwidj fer us to cwoss it (we don't uze it). He wuz wettin down da sand on da stone fer sum weezin, so wee peed on dem. He sed fank yu fer yer hewp. But wast nite we wuz such gud hewps dat he gotted reel upset an' putted us in da howse. I fink we wuz makin' him wook bad. He sed to Mama - "Wook at deez dogs!!! Wy do dey hav to get rite in da way? Arfur habs gween eerz, tale, footies, an' snooter!" Vito - well yu can't teww cuz he iz bwown. I, Arfur, habs a lase eer wike awl da ladies luv. But it iz gween.

Papa sed to Mama to wash it off. She sed no, she habbed jus' mowed da hole lawn (2 1/2 akers ov gwass) an' wuz wiped owt. She sed it wiww com off eezier wen dwy. She sownded eebil wen she sed dat. "Arfur habs a date wif a stwipper" she sed. Uh, I dont fink she meened a wady on a pole. I iz nerbuss. Dis iz not gonna be fun. Hay! We did not see wet paynt! We seed Papa bwushin' da step an' da howse. An' supwize supwize - we iz NOZY! Dat iz whut we do. Scyooz me now cuz I gots to find sumpwayse to way woe so mebbee she fergets abowt it.
Soon-
Arfur

Hijinks

Da udder day, Mama n' Papa taked Gramma owt to eet. Gramma kin nebber eet awl her fuds so Papa finishes it an' den bwings home hiz fuds. Dis time wuz speshully gud. It wuz da yummiest stake we ebber eeted. YUM!!

 Fast frowerd to wast nite. A storm wuz commin'. I wuz sownd asweep. Vito awlways pwetens he is not afwade. But he wuz. He waked Mama up at free o kwok. He cwied an' cwied, den ran owtside befor it rayned. Den he commed back an' got in bed wif Mama an' Papa. Mama herd him coff a cupple times an get off an' on da bed, but he seemed ok, so after he did it the wast time, she feww asweep. Da alarm waked us awl up an' Papa gotted owt ov bed an' stepped into da hawl.  EEEEEWWWWW!!! He sed. In hiz bare feets he stept inna hyoodj pile of grass fro up. Wooked wike Vito cutted da grasses fer Mama. Awl ov dem. Papa kwik ran an' gotted ina shower cuz he fewt icky after dat. Meenwile Mama iz left to cween it awl up. Natchurly! Izn't dat whut Mama's do?

Adbenchur Tyme

Fer us howndz, fings hav been sorta kwiet wately. Dats wy u hab not herd ennyfing frum me. Mama an' Papa bin werkin' on da bak yard. Furst, dey taked away owr porch.

Wen da porch wuz bein' bilded

Den dey putted rocks dere. Den Papa putted gwavel an' sand an' now it iz awl hard. Papa putted fwat rox awl ober da owtside an' now it iz awl eben - no steps, no porch fense, jus' stone. Vito sez Papa cawed dem pay fers. Free times dey fiwwed dat twuk wif deze stonz. An' Papa werked wike cwazy puttin' dem down so we cud hav a pwase to wawk and lay down. Mama cawed it a paddy o. Now dey ar fixin' da gwass. Cuz Papa dug up a hole lot ov da yard makin' dis fing. Life habs bin vewy borin' fer Vito an' me.

Dats y wen I seed da gate open dis mornin', I fot it wuz tyme fer a 'benchur. Vito sed, "Wet's go!" So we did. Der wuz wots ov weely gud smewws owt der. I don't no how far we gode, but suddenwy der wuz a widdwe tap on my hed. I wukked up an' sumfin' sed go bak to da howse. I turned awownd jus' in tyme to see Vito wunnin' to Mama (hu I mus' say wooked vewy upset). I seed her take him in da yard, so I stopped fer a few mor snuffles. Den I seed her wunnin' to me, so I twotted in her defekshun - but oh! doze smewws! Mmmmmmebbee a few mor sniffs.  Suddenwy sumfin' urjed me to wun to her. Mebbee it wuz cuz she habbed on nuffin' but...weww, lets jus' say not fer pubwik vyoo. It wuz hard to get up da steps, but as soon az I gotted in da howse, Mama gibbed me a big ol' bone! Wow! Not too shur I wud go by myself agan. I kant heer nuffin an' dat makes it a widdwe skerry. Vito jus' wants to hab hiz cowch, an' me, I want my Mama.

Tiww nex' tyme,
Arfur

Hu iz gilty? A hownd dog mistery

AARROOOO!!! Arfur heer wif a puzzel fer yu. Papa iz werkin' in owr yard - an' by OWR, I meen Vito 'n' meez yard. So wen he iz runnin' da traktor (da big ol fing wif da hyoodj teef) bak der, we iz lokked in da howse. I go runnin' fer da doggy dore an' FUNK!!! OW! It be clozed. Now ware he iz werkin' der iz a spot fer roks, a spot fer widdwe roks, an bwandy noo dirt awl soft 'n' eezy to dig in.  Ya got dat? Soooo, Mama iz owt on poop patwol and seez a widdwe pees ov sellofane. She puwws on da korner an' gess whut? It iz whut iz leff ov a hole pakidj ov kwakkers.  Whoa! Wunner hu did dat? Not me. Vito sez not him. Possibwy Mama - no, not her. It shur wuz not Papa. Hmmmm...hu iz da digger heer? [wipes paws on rug] Hu? [rubs noze on sofa] Jus' kant figger dat wun owt. A reel mistery. Yup.

An' nudder fing iz da continyood bukket kontest. I hav shode Vito how to poop 'n' run. Gotta see hu can put da furst wun an' da last wun furvest apawt.  Wud yu beweev dat widdwe bwat wun dis wun? He putted wun on eech end ov da yard, wile mine wuz spwed akwoss haff da yard. HA!! Da Pippicat jus' tole me how he did it. He made 2 diffwent skwats. He did not run an' dwop wike I tole him. Cheeter, cheeter, poopy eeter!  Mama iz gettin' a widdwe tired ov dat bukket chawwenj.

Okay - nex' time we teww abowt da Eester baskit chawwenj or da toofy bone kontest. Kant be resslin' cuz I win evwy time.
Layter,
Arfur