secund puppyhood

I iz in twubble.  It all started wen Mama wuz cuttin' da gwass.  She ran da big bloo monster ober da front gwass, den came in da gate to do MY gwass.  On her way she went "WOO WOO WOOO WOOP! "  Yippee! Howndawgs 'n Indyans - hab not played in YEERZ!  I started woof woofin' back an' she gave da war cry agan!  Oh, fun!  But den she lokked us in, cutted da gwass, let us owt an' lefted us to do da barn feeld.  HMPH!  Whelp, still feelin' puppy-like, I came in da howse, taked Papa's pants an' choowed off da buttins.  Ah!  I had fergot how fun dat wuz...drag owt a shurt, choo off da buttins...oooh, yeaah!  Drag owt doze sokkies, chew owt da toze...sooo fun!  Dat 's enuff.  I am a gwown up houndie agan.  Now I gotta hide cuz wen she findz doze fings she wiww be reelly i rate.  I heer her up by da barn an' da gote still cuttin' gwass...fink I'll dig a hole in da bak yard an' hide.  HAY!  Kwiet, Vito you taddletale!

Nerbus Mama

Wunder wy Mama iz so upset.  We hav bin speshully gud dis day.  Just cawz da Pippicat brot in a frend to play wif an' it iz runnin' arownd in da seller (witch iz still kwite wet).  It iz sorta cute... a widdle chickmunk.  Yu wud fink it wuz a snake or sumfin da way she iz goin' on.  Oh, rite, and Vito bin gettin' up to go star watchin' abowt free o'klock in da nite.  Duz not bother me...I go owt to see whut he iz lukin' at too but fer sum reezin Mama dwags her big ol' butt owta bed to see whut Vito iz poyntin' owt to me.  Dis iz not normul cuz lately Vito bin skeered ov goin' owt at nite cuzza da mama bare an' her babies.  But I fink he figgered owt dat if I came wif him it iz ok.  Dats whut he finks.  I kin run faster dan him an' da bare cannot fit in da doggy dore :).  Ov corse, if I do not go, he puts hims hed owt da dore (only hims hed) an' goze potty.  Whelp, he IZ owt, rite?  Still, Mama iz upset.  Oops...dere she goze wif da net to ketch da chickmunk.  Its day 2 and da scor iz chickmunk 2, Mama 0...an dis iz after she leeved da seller dores opin awl day un-Sun Day.  Oh, an' Pippi only eets dem if dey ar owt dores.  Yep.


Arfur

Mor wadder - ugh

Papa cawled frum werk...tuk him a loooong time to get dere cuz da rode washed away an' a bridge went gone.  Now Vito an' me iz lukkin' fer Mama.   Vito sez, "Ware iz Mama?"  Arf sez, " Sheez nee deep inna wadder sumware, she ain't got no sun shinin' in her hare, an' her biggest werry iz da flud gonna reech up dere."  Yep, sheez singin' ta da Zac Bwown Band, too.  An' her udder biggest werry iz we gonna do owr doody owtside in da nasty wet ware WE ar nee deep!! 

We shall see.

Wanna share

It iz rainin' wunce mor.  sigh.  I HATE wet pawsies.  I wanna take my sunny nap.  Kin we share owr rainy day wif Texas?  Pleeez?  Mama's maters wiww not ebber hab enny froot cuz furst dey drownd, den dey gotted cold, now dey iz giitn' raned on agan.  Dey ar not happy pwants.  Doze widdle flowers on dem wiww neber be maters. Too sad.  An' how wiww we get owr mama offa da 'puter an' owt to go wawkies?  She duz not do brellers...nebber.  Corse, we don't do dem also.  sigh.  Bak to my mornin' nappy.  Need my rest cuz I gotta git ritin' later cuz we iz tryin' to get my nex' book dun soon...oops!  Wuz dat a serkrit?  hehehe gess not now.  We wiww see tho if I kin moti - er, uh, motiv...aw heck!  Get da lazy slave bizzy typin'!
Soon,
Arfur

Ketchin' Up

A hole bunch ov fings hav happinned sinse we tawked last time.  We bin baked, fludded, drownd, itchy, sad, happy, seen old frenz, habbed da 2 legger bizzit an' so much mor.  Whelp, dat ketches us up, rite?  hehehe...So let's see, we bin habbin a bare.  No, not da nekkid kind, a mama bare an' 2 widdle wuns.  Vito wiww  not go owt at nite wifowt Mama.  He iz such a chikkin!  I am not askeered.  Howebber, I do not wike my footsies wet...
Dis day, Papa went to da skin doktor.  Gud fing doggies don't hab dat!  We just get a skwirt ov Vetericyn!  But Papa, he gotted hiz finger froze!
 Back to da howndy nooz: Now we gots a fox, free bares, a skunky, da Pippicat, da gote, a hooter up in a twee, an' noyzy naybors.  THAT cuvvers owr reezins fer not goin' owt dat doggy dore in da dark.  So whut did Papa do?  He putted up a lite dat lites wen we step owtside.  No, it iz not fer us...it iz fer da woodpile so Mama duz not grab a critter wif da fire wud.  I gotsta go, but I am shur to be bak to morro cuz dis day Mama iz still moppin' an' tryin' to dry dat seller.  It iz a hole lot bedder, jus' stinky an' damp.  Hmmm....how menny cans ov Lysol duz it take to do a hole seller?

Mama eeted a fli

Whelp, she awlmos' eeted it.  Evryfing wuz reellly eggsitin' here last nite cuz da two leggers wuz heer wif frenz an' stuff an' so I wuz givin' my yoozhual greetin' - "WOOF WOOF WOOF" an' Mama wuz at da 'puter wif her burbun an' peps tryin' to ketch up on her gmail.  Wuz not werkin' so she kwitted an' as she gotted up to say "hi" to da hole gang, she swigged the last ov her dwink.  Uh, whuts dat? she sez to herrself, it feeled wike a pees ov meat - spits in in her hand an' EEEEEEEWWWWWWW!!!!  It wuz a fli.  She did not hav da luckshurry ov gaggin' wif awl doze peeps dere, so she spit spit spit den wiped an' wiped wike a boy whut got kisst by a ole antie.  Den she sneeked to da likker cabbynet an' swigged down a hole jigger ov hooch...to kill da germs, she sed.  Nebber tole ennywun dere cuz dey were habbin' a nice bizit.  But da rest ov da nite, she pollished off a paket ov Listereeeen pokket paks awl by herrself.  She cud not sleep cuz it kep playin' in her hed.  I taked gud adbantidge ov diss by acksing her to go owtside at free o'clock...after awl she wuz still awake :).  Vito went wif me an' we played owtside an' I fink she mite hab gon to sleep by 4 on da clok.  hehehe  Den she had to be up at 5 firty to get Papa to werk.  Enny bets on did she go bak to bed??
Yu betcha.
Till nex time,
Arfur

Wen will fings calm down???

On da weekend, it wuz compunny - peepulls we reelly luv, den weft alone agan so Mama N' Papa kin go hewp Gramma wunce mor.  So it wuz wun day ov fun, den wun day alone...wif a big supprize at da end.  On da day we wuz alone, wen dey came home, dey spended time wif us an' watched a widdle tv, den Papa hedded fer bed.  A siren wented by, so Mama goed to da dore to see whut wuz up.  Awl ov a sudden, a car wuz dwivin' up to da dore, den a man gotted owt an gess whut???  It wuz owr two legger brudder Craig!  He camed frum You Tall to see us an' he wuz stayin'!!  It iz so grate!  He iz in an' owt ov corse, vizitiin' frens, but he iz da bestes skritcher dere iz in da hole world!!  OK, so fings gotted even bedder...Munday he came to stay an' gess whut?  Da udder 2 legger showed up too!!!  Whut a shok!  So Mama taked a pitcher cuz she sed Hebben noze wen dis will happin agan!  We howndies wuz not in it, but hu cares?  It iz hiss torik.  Didn't last long, da red hed left an' Craig stayed. We iz happy houndies.  Not az happy as da slabes, tho, I don't fink.  Till nex' time...
Arfur