Life iz GUD!

I am feelin' so much bedder.  Now dat my lippy iz feelin' gud, I kin tell da res' ov my story.  It awl start  bak las' week wen I kep shakin' my eers cuz dey felt funny.  Owr vetman wuz on vay kayshun, so Mama taked me to da udder vet hu iz a subbish toot. I fink I tol' part ov dis story, but did I tell da bestess part?  Furst a lady gibbed me sum kookies.  De she putted em on a shelf ware I cud see dem. I wawked arownd to see if I cud get dem, an' eben got up on a widdle step, but it wuz too far.  Den da lady came bak wif a nudder lady an' dey gibbed me a cupple more kookies an' put da bag bak on dat shelf.  I did not care dat she wuz dere, I got on da step to see if - whoa!  It's moovin'!  Up  da shelf came an' da bag gotted neerer an' neerer - mebby I cud ackshully reech it now...den, wham!  Da lady wuz a vetlady an' she got between me an' da bag.  Den she feeled me awl ober.  I meen evry place awl ober me.  Den she sed, "gotta go to da vetman az soon az possybul."  An' dat wuz dat. She skweezed sum gunk in my eer an' sended me home.

Den we gode to da reel vetman on Wedzday.  I tried vewy hard to not go, but Mama habbed a leesh.  Da nex' fing I fot ov, wuz wy am I so sleepy?  An' ware iz Mama?   Wow!  heer she iz.  Fer a cupple dayz I eeted mush, but now Its ok.  My mowf iz werkin' gud.  Less drool, no stinky, still a widdle owchy, but not much.  An' my lip  duz not hab a nasty fing under it enny mor. I iz feelin' GUD!  Musta bin dat nappy dat I tuk at da vetman's.  Mama sez my eyz still wook sorta funny, but hey!  Da bestess fing iz dat 2 times a day I get cweem cheez!  I WUV cweem cheez!   (Mama twied peenutty budder, but it gwooed my wips togevver!)  Yep, life iz gud.  Now if only Mama getted da grass cutted in da bak yard.  It tikkles my tummy an' I HATE dat!
Till nex time,
Arfur

Da Vet Bizzit

I cud not eet.  I cud not dwink.  I twied to 'skape.  I did not.

Dey cleend my teef an' I habbed surjerry. Tell ya layter...zzzzzzzzzzzzzz....ZZZZZZZZZ....

Noo goins on

Startin on Fadders Day, Mama seen dat dere wuz sumfin' da matter wif my eer.  I gess it woked her up wen I shaked it awl nite.  She twapped me an' putted dat bloo stuff in mine eer an' den she did it at nite, da nex' day an' da nex' nite.  She tryed to get da vetman, but he iz away.  Finely, she cawled da altered nit vet an' den she taked me dere.  I wuz not a happy fella.  Az soon as we got owt ov da car, I wuz shur it wuz a vetman's playss.  She dwagged me into da dore an' we sat an' wayted.  It wuz sorta a nice playss wif big hi beems an' a fire playss, doggy piwwows an' doggy art eberyware, an' sorta frendly peeples at da big desk.  Suddenly a dore came opin an' day cawled "ARFUR".   Uh-oh...dat's me.  Mama gotted me goin' froo da dore an' den dere we wuz - wif a lady wif a bag o' cookies!!  Hmmm...dis mite not be too bad.  She gibbed me a cupple ov dem an' den putted da bag on a shelf ware I cud see dem.  In between wuz a liddle step.  She left an' I wawked arownd, got on da step an' chekked owt how far a jump it wud be to get doze cukkies.  Too far.  I chekked it a fyoo times, but cud not figger owt how to get dere frum heer.  Den da lady camed bak wif an nudder lady.  I givved dem my he-man growl an' she leend on da shelf an' gotted me a cukkie.  I givved her an nudder growl, but she wuz onto me.  Awlso, doze cukkies tasted gud. She petted me an' tawked to Mama an' den I climed on da step.   Veeerrrrrryyyyyy sllloooowwwwlllyyy it wented up.  Now Mama fot I wud get nervuss.  NO WAY!  Dis wuz fittin' into my plan to get doze cukkies cuz now I wuz az hi az dey wuz!!!   I ackshully smiled.  Mama cud see da weels turnin' in mine hed an' da vetlady (cuz dats hu she wuz) figgered owt my plan.  She gave me an nudder cukkie, den looked in my eer, den at my toofies, den she feeled me AWL Ober!!  It wuz kinda nise.  I don't let Dr. Shatto do dat stuffs.  Mama piks up mine eers an' he luks an' takes her werd abowt mine toofies cuz I don't stop growlin' at him.  An' he don't gib me cukkies eever!  I let him gib me shots an' stuffs away frum mine hed, but dat iz awl.  He finks I wud bite him.  Just cuz I twied to 8 yeers ago.  Hey - I wuz a nerbuss pup den!  He duz treet me wif respeck, but nebber reelly warmed up to me, I cud tell.  My bad. Enny way, dis vetlady putted a big ol' tube ov stuff in my eer an' it stopped bodderin' me.  She tole Mama it wud be dere fer 2 weeks an' don't kleen it or put medisin in it cuz dis stuff duz it awl.  Den she petted me an' sed Bye ARf!  Go see Dr. Shatto on MONDAY!
Dat's dat part ov da day.  Den we gotted Vito an' went to get Papa an' dere iz a hole udder story after dat.
So, till da nex day...
Arfur

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