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