A hole bunch ov fings hav happinned sinse we tawked last time. We bin baked, fludded, drownd, itchy, sad, happy, seen old frenz, habbed da 2 legger bizzit an' so much mor. Whelp, dat ketches us up, rite? hehehe...So let's see, we bin habbin a bare. No, not da nekkid kind, a mama bare an' 2 widdle wuns. Vito wiww not go owt at nite wifowt Mama. He iz such a chikkin! I am not askeered. Howebber, I do not wike my footsies wet...
Dis day, Papa went to da skin doktor. Gud fing doggies don't hab dat! We just get a skwirt ov Vetericyn! But Papa, he gotted hiz finger froze!
Back to da howndy nooz: Now we gots a fox, free bares, a skunky, da Pippicat, da gote, a hooter up in a twee, an' noyzy naybors. THAT cuvvers owr reezins fer not goin' owt dat doggy dore in da dark. So whut did Papa do? He putted up a lite dat lites wen we step owtside. No, it iz not fer us...it iz fer da woodpile so Mama duz not grab a critter wif da fire wud. I gotsta go, but I am shur to be bak to morro cuz dis day Mama iz still moppin' an' tryin' to dry dat seller. It iz a hole lot bedder, jus' stinky an' damp. Hmmm....how menny cans ov Lysol duz it take to do a hole seller?
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Wow, Arf - you and your Mama have been very busy! We misses you and hope we can hab a playdate soon,
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