Gardin' owr spase

 Mama habs steem comin' from her eers an' her noze an' her mowf.  She jus' dwagged us into da howse from OWR yard.  Happinned wike dis:

Vito an' me wuz mindin' owr own bizness, sniffin' da grasses, peein' on bushes, nokkin' down da lilly pwants - layin' in da sunshine - a normal day.  Awl ov a suddin, Vito's noze starts twitchin', wigglin', an' snortin' --- he iz onto sumfin'.  I lift my noze owt ov a speshully fwaygwant pile ov...nebber mind...an' I joyn him sniffin'.  Yep, der iz a twesspasser in owr space.  LOOK!  Its TOO twesspassers an' dey ar taller dan us an' ar bwown wif spots on dere baks!!  WOOF!!!  WOOF WOOF WOOF!!!!!  Gotsta let owr Mama see dat  sumfin' iz rong!!  WOOOFF!!!  AAARRRROOOOOFF!!

Whelp, Mama coms steemin' owta da dore, gwabs us by owr collers an' keeps sayin' KWIET!! SSHHH!!!  Stop it, yu 2!!!  Doze ar babies - leev dem alone!!  Der mama iz eetin' in da front yard!!!  SHHHHHH!!!!  BAD BOYS!  KWIET!!  Doze babies is hidin' from daynjer!

But Mama, dey iz in owr bushes!!  Dey iz in owr yard!  TWESPASSERS!!

An' wif dat, she dwagged us in da dore an' clozed da doggy dore an' made us take a nappy. Patooey!  Babies!  Dey looked pwitty big to me!
Later,
ARfur