Ware's my swimmies?

I wuz mindin' my own bizness  an' habbin' a reelly nice nap wen naychur cawled.  I opinned my eyez an' seed it wuz sorta sunny, so I hopped down frum my chare an' hedded fer da doggy dore.  WHOA!!!  I hadda go get Mama cuz da doggy dore wuz across a pond!  Did it rane in heer?  Woof!  Hay Mama!  Woof! Woof!  Woof!  Mama commed to see whut I wuz tellin' her an' she looked soooo sad!  Her lukked sadder dan owr late brudder Hugo hu had da saddest fase ov ennybuddy ebber!  An' gess whut it wuz!!  C'mon!  Gess!  Da washer masheen peed awl ober free rooms!   Yep, Free ov dem, wun, too, free!  Mama dragged fings owta da big slidy dore an' den mopped, an' mopped, an' froo fings owt all day long.  It's still a widdle wet, but at leest she gotted it so we cud get owt da doggy dore to warn da naybors.  But we sed bye bye to wun doggy bed dat cant be washed, a bunch ov rugs dat we didnt wike much enny way, an' da wurst fing we sed bye bye to wuz owr afternoon NAP!  How cud we get owr nappy wen Mama iz goin' bak an' forf  moppin', draggin', tossin' stuff, moppin' sum mor, in an' owta dat big slidy dore awl day long.  Den she fixeded whut wuz rong wif da bad ol' washer masheen...da drane pipe gotted owt sumhow  an' till Papa kin fix it, she taked a hanger an' tied it up so she cud spin owt awl da towls dat she sopped up wadder wif.  I tell ya dere iz nebber a dull day at owr howse.  Now Mama gotta go get da spidey bite seed agan by da vetman fer peepulls cuz she iz sorta tired ov da big ol' bandidje on her hed.  It will be awlmost a mumf sinse she gotted bit.  Whelp, itz time fer my mornin' nappy...
Later -
Arfur