Mama wuz at da fud stor in da mornin' an' she wuz gettin' a widdle nerbuss cuz a lady wuz followin' her awl ober da stor. She pwetended not to noetiss, but wen she went to pay, da laydy came up to her. Now Mama wuz warin' wun ov her fayvorit shurts frum Elvis. Da laydy sez to Mama - "I bin tryin' to reed dat shurt. I am standin' rite heer an' I stiww cant reed it. Whut duz it say?" Mama cud not hewp but chukkle. It wuz da shurt dat sez, "Ar yu Basset-ized yet?" Wen she tole da lady, she stiww did not get it. Mama jus' sed she habs Basset hownds. An' she laffed awl da way home. An' gess whut?? She gibbed us a cukkie jus' bee cuz. Now she iz cuttin' owr grasses so we don't hab to pee inside da dore (not me...dats Vito! Hims hangs lower dan me an' he HATES da tikkly grasses!) Hab a gud weekend. We mite go to see Doc at da Chatterbox- gots owr pawsys crossed ennyway.
Later,
Arfur
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