Da yeerly basset piknik

Ebry yeer we hab a big piknik on da day we wemembew da soljers dat died. Speshully cuz da slaves noo peepulls dat died an' dere famlies wuz in da wars. But reely speshully cuz dey luv bassets, basset peepulls, fwends, an' gud fuds. (At leest Vito 'n' me wike da gud fuds hehehe).

Dis yeer we habbed five ov us bassets - Dexter, hu can't see, but has a gwate sniffer; Horton, hu iz a widdwe shy; Cleo, hu rools wif a iwon paw; Vito, an' me. We gots lots an' lots of pets, snakkies, an' snooter kisses frum da peepulls. Eben Horton, hu wud uzhually stay by his mama.

It wuz code an' rayny. So Papa lit up da chimminee up an' da wood stove to keep da code away.
We eben habbed myoozik. Unka Jim bwot a gittar an' he pwayed an' sang songs to us.

I did not get fru da day wifowt gettin' in twubble. Dere wuz so much fuds on da taybul an' no buddy wuz by it. Get da pitcher?

Me chekkin' owt da taybul

I gots a pees ov cwakker, a cuppla liks ov cabbidj, sum hammy burger, an almos' got sum froot salad, sum roles, an' a fyoo udder fings neer da edj. I ayn't tewwin' no buddy whut else cuz den dey wud get madder. I did get putted in jale fer a wile. But I iz too cyoot to stay dere an' dey letted me owt to get pets an' luvved on agan. I can not wate untiw we do dis agan. I jus' luv pikniks.