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
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Mental meanderings of a rescued Basset, sharing his ideas, his journal and his talents.
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