A Happy Sad Day

AaaarroooooOOOO!!! Arfur heer.  On Saddurday we  gotted in da truk wif Papa an' Mama  an' set off onna davenchur.  We wented to Papa's werk an' gess whut!  Dere wuz Mama's car awl in peeses!  Whelp, Papa putted it togevver  - he sed he fixeded sumfin' an' de putted us awl in da car an' off we went!  I dont' hav enny ideya ware we went, but wen we waked up we wuz at da Boredwaddle in Oshun Sitty!  We cud smell wots ov frenz  an' furst fing we fownded Antieez Ileen an' Shelley wif Charlie an' Vivian.  Den owr nozes taked us to Antie Donna an' her coffee  an yummy donuts (I almos' gotted wun but dey cawt me).  Den we seed Antie Ellie an' Jackie an' Jackie habbed a bad boo boo an' her hand wuz awl rapped up.  Whelp, soon da pawrade started an' we gotted in da car an' went to da oshun to watch.  Vito cannot wawk da hole fing cuzza hiz cwooked weg an' heez gotted too hebby for Papa to carry awl da way (an' it WUD be awl da way - sept wen Vito seed a gurl!)  Whelp, we fownd a pwace to watch an' Mama wuz wuvving seein' da oshun  wen awl of a sudden POOF!  Dere wuz Antie Dawn.  She wuz by hersewf, but we cud sniff Pawtunia on her.  She sed Pawtunia iz startin' to wawk - gud nooz!  Enny way, da peeplez tawked wile Vito an' me gotted pets an' pitchers taken an' I eben gots a reelly hebbenly massahdj frum dis nice man hu sed I wooked wike hiz basset at da bridge.  He camed bak an' rubbed me free times!!  Dat felt soooo gud - but I fink it feeled bedder to him.  An' Antie Dawn gibbed us wots an' wots ov tweets - she iz da BEST!
We watched awl da bassets an' bands an' fings go by den went to da piknik.  Dey ated, tawked, shopped, an' bizzited wif owr fwendz an' yu cud tell Mama an' Papa wuz gettin' tired.  Not US!  Dem!  After wots ov gud byes an' hugs an' stuffs, dey putted us inna car an' we started home.  I don't wemember much untill we suddenly gotted offa da hiway - yu cud feel da ruff rode.  Papa habbed Mama drive up da coste an' we seed all da broked billdings an'sand an' no bored wawk an' hole towns clozed wif no stores enny more.  Peeses of howses wuz evryware.  An'we seed a pile ov hole howses on top ov eech udder.  We seed ware howses burned down an' der wuz nuffin but frigeraydors an' stufss like dat left.  Ware howses had bin dere wuz big emty pwaces.  Mama habbed teers in her ize.  It wuz much mor terrubul dan da pitchers we seed.  Wun howse habbed da hole roof an' top flore of an nudder house stuk in it.  Doze poor peepulls.  Dey iz payin' a morgudge, a bilder (sum ov dem- sum arnt fixin' dem), an' rent to liv sumplayse.  No buddy iz helpin' dem.  Dat iz so terrubbul!  Den we wented bak to da hiway an' hedded home an' we went bak to sweep.  Da day wuz so byootyful an' so happy an' den der wuz such sadness.  We shur iz lukky.  Now we iz lukkin' at da pitchers an' Mama cant get dem owt ov her fone.  So we will show sum wen she figgers it owt., OK?  Now Vito an' me iz werkin' at gettin' fed as much now dat we iz home az we gotted at da Waddle.  So far no luk.
Later
Arfur    

Dont chase MY Pippicat!

Whut a skerry fing to happin.   Mama herd sumbuddy yellin' in owr front yard (ware me an' Vito can't get to).  She an' Papa camed owt da kitchin dore an' dere wuz owr naybor skreemin' fer hiz doggy (hu wuz offa hiz leesh) cuz he ran after owr Pippicat an' habbed her trapped under da car.  Dis habs happinned befor.  So Mama sed to da man, "Dat dog belongs onna leesh! He bedder not hurt my cat!"  Da man skweemed at her, "Shut up, yu wakko!"  Kin yu beweev it? So Mama sed bak, "YU r da wakko!!! - Keep dat dog onna leesh!"  At dis, Papa neerly came owta da dore but he seed Mama wuz under kontrol so he letted her handle it but he wuz waitin' rite dere if he wuz needed (an' he wuz weelly innoyed).  An' da man kep skreemin' an got tween Mama's car an' Papa's twuk an' cud not ketch hiz doggy.  Den he finely gets da doggy onna leesh, hits him, den skeeems awl da way down owr dwiveway - ober 100 feets long - an' awl da way down da street  (about a fowzand feets) skeeemin' awl da way in a vewy skerry voyse.  So gess whut?  Munday Mama iz cawlin' da annymull control offysur an' sayin' sumfin' bowt dis happinin' awl da time.  Wast time da Pippicat wuz on da front porch - a zillyun feets away frum da rode an' dat doggy camed after her but Mama stepped in frunt ov da Pippicat an' tol' da man to keep dat doggy onna leesh (yeah rite!).  Da man duz not say heez sorry or nuffin'. Jus' skreems at Mama hu nebber eben tawks lowd at him.  Whut a weerd hyooman.    An' he cawls ME vishus cuz he seez Vito an' me playin' an' we ressull and growl an' bawk wen we pway. (Oh - an' I woof at him ebry time he goze by cuz he yewws at me an' sez bad werds.)  I fink HE iz vishus!  Whut a skerry man!

Arfur (hu wudda saved da Pippicat if he cudda got owta da fense!)

Whut wuz dat??

Wast nite, Mama an' Papa gode owt to get gas fer da truk.  I herd dem say dat.  Dey did not com bak for a long time.  Wen dey got heer, da deerz wuz waitin' fer dem to get fed, so Papa did dat wile Mama brot in da birdy feeders so da bare duz not eet dem.  But ya noe dey did not smeww rite.  Eeeeew - dey smewwed diffrunt.  Nebber ebber smewwed wike dat befor.  Dey wuz awl xsited too.  Jabberin' an' tawkin' bowt sumfin' cawled a beever an' how it wuz losted an' dey seed him goin' to da bizzy rode.  Papa iz awlways a heero, so he wented rownd da blok an' commed bak to save dat beever frum da cars.  Cars mash fings an' leev dem fer big birdies to eet. Yuk!  So Mama taked pitchers an' Papa garded dat beever an' Mama cawwed da poleesman to hewp  dem.  Beevers dont see vewy gud so he wuz losted.  But tween Papa an' da poleesman, dey gotted him heddin' bak to da lake.   Whew!   Dat wuz a close wun!  Mama sed it wuz reely cool to see a beever dere cuz der nebber bin a beever in dat lake before. It cud be trubble  an' like udder beevers in dis areea he mite get taked to a noo home.   Hope not.  I wanna see wun.  Mama sed heez bigger dan a grownd hoggy so I bedder be careful.  Luk an' dont tuch she sez.  Rite.

Waytin' fer da Eester Bunny

Dis week Vito killd my faverit fwoggy dat I taked ebry playce I went.  He wuz lukky cuz it wuz so sharp an' crunchy!  Mama wuz reelly mor upset dan me cuz it cudda hurt us.  So I iz hopin' fer da Eester Bunny to bwing me sumfin'.  But I iz wunderin'...

Mama sended candy to Craig in UT,  awlso has sum fer Kyle hu iz spozed to go to Gramma's wif Mama an' Papa (maybe).  Den she gotted sum fer Daddy.  Nuffin' fer us dat I cud see. So its gotta com wif da Eester Bunny.

Vito awlreddy haz figgered owt ware da candy iz.  But it iz in a pwace we cannot get to.  Papa sed "Don't twust doze two - put it in an udder room reel hi so dey cannot get it!"  pout.   We reely cant get it.  Not eben Vito.
We wiww see I iz too 'sited to eben fink about it.
Till Eester!
Arfur

Bizzy week, BIG sprize

Awl week Mama bin wippin' an tarin' da kitchin apart. She bin fillin' bags an' bags wif ode fuds, ode pwastik stuff, ode dishiz- she fiwwed FREE twash cans wif stuffs.  After awl dis werk, she finewy has a kitchin cownter, wots ov cabinit spayses, no mowses, an' a smile.  Whew!  we gots tard jus' watchin' her!  Den she hit da clozits  an' fiwwed fore - cownt 'em wun, too, free, fore - FORE bags ov ode cwoze  fer gud will.  WHEW!  Whut a bizzy bee!   She wored us owt.  We ackshully wet her sweep at nite, too. 

Till last nite.

Furst we wud not com in frum last cawl.  She camed an' got us.  Den, we went owt agan after wast cawl an' Vito waz woofin' hiz hed off!   Mama went to da front dore to see if sumwun wuz in da drive, but nope - but da naybor's yappy widdle weener dog wuz yappin' away an' we wuz woofin'!!  BIG TIME!  Mama sed we awl mus' be woofin' at eech udder, brot us in an' cwozed da doggy dore an' sent us to bed. 

Dis mornin' wuz da sprize.  Yesterday Mama fiwwed awl da birdy feeders.  Wen Papa weft fer werk dis mornin', he sez  "ware ar da feeders?"  He wawks up to da dore wif wun ov da feeder hook fingys  - bent wike a pwetzel an' no feeders.  Da udder hook iz GONE - feederz an' awl.  He wawks into da bak ov da howse neer owr fence an' dere it iz - 3/4 inch iron  bent wike a pees of sketty.  Now we wuz twyin' to teww her wast nite  but she wud not wissen to us.  She cud hab saved it awl if onwy she pade attenshun wen we  tole her da bare wuz owt dere.  But NO.  So dis mornin' we wuz reel kwiet.  Did not eben bark fer owr bwekfist.  Ya no whut we iz sayin?

Tode yu so!

Mebbee nex' time she wiww wissen to us.  Mebbee.

Arfur

Sekund fots

Erly in dis mornin' it shur seemed wike a grate ideya to wake Mama up an' go owt at 4  am.  Now normully, I get in bed wif her at 4.  But Vito wanted to go owt an' I fot, "Shur, y not?""  So wen Vito started to wine, I butted Mama in da hed an' woked her up.  Now, to say Mama wuz sownd ass  sleep iz puttin' it witely.  She wuz OWT.  But she drug herself down da steps an wetted us owt (we wuz clozed in cuz Vito was bawkin' at sumfin' at 2 am da nite before.)  She wuz so ass sleep dat she cud not get bak up da steps.  But she finely did but wen da noyze maker went off at 5  firty, she wuz not perky.  Not at awl.

She did not yell or compwane, tho.  She dwagged her weery butt down da steps, made da coffee, made Papa's lunch, made Papa's bwekfist, feeded Vito an' me an' den sat down.  She an' Papa awlways tawk in da mornin' an' dey bofe did lots ov dat.   Wen Papa left, Mama pored her haff cup o' coffees,  heeted a haffa bagle  (not da dog) an' sat to do her votin' an' lissen to da nooz. She started not feelin' gud - we cud teww.  But she did da lawndry, den da dishes, den bakeded cukkies, den she wuz werried.   It iz nuffin noo, but it wuz a bad day dis time.  Herz gots a twikky Ball Batter (  I fink dats it) an' wen it acks up, she don't pway wif us, go owtside, or eben eet choklit  like normal.  Well, we wuz nursses awl day.  We taked turns keepin' her warm an' gettin' pets.  Den she suddenly sed - OMIGOSH!  An'  went an' gotted da Yummy hartgard cukkies an' da fruntline itchykiller.  A widdle wate, but she finely membred.  Man doz cukkies she bakeded shur smewwed gud.  But wen she diid not eben eet WUN we figgered owt we gotta be nurses today.  
Tomorro shud be bedder. No madder whut, she plugs on ennyway, but we reelly gotta wet her sweep dis time.  Sheez  awreddy saggin' bet she goze up erly.  Hey!  Vito!  If yer gonna bark, do it now befor bedtime  so we awl kin go to bed!  (da widdlwe snot.)
Arfur, not wikin' bein' a nurss.

RAAYYD!!!

Ha!  Yu fot I went away agan.  RONG!  Vito an' me wuz plannin' a big skor.  Wen Mama did not take us in da car dis time, we gotted eben.

Vito kin opin a gate.  Better yet, he haz bin pwaktissin' opinnin' a latch.  To day wuz VIKTORRY!! 
He gotted da latch opin.  Den he gotted dat gate opin.  Den he letted me in da kitchin.  Mama iz not very carefull cuzza da gate.  SO...we  gotted in da garbidje, den we gotted a pakidge of cheez she wuz fawin' owt.  We eeted da kat fud, da kitty tweets, a box o' biskits, sum pasta, wemmin dwops, a boddul ov hunny, an' a box ov cwakkers.  We awso shredded a pile ov male dat Papa had weft on da taybul.   I, bein' da tawl wun, gotted sum eggy shells dat wuz in da sink.  I can not eben wemember awl da gud stuffs we eeted an' shredded. 

Wen Mama camed home, we wuz owtside to gweet her, aktin' wike we wanted owr dinner.  Vito iz a gwate aktor - he wooked wike a widdle ayngel - awl innosent.

 I gots a gilty fayse.  Mama wawked in da howse an' went CWAZY!!!  Yu not eetin!  she sed in a big big voyse.  Den she gotted da bwoom an' started sweepin' (till she fownded da hunny) an a hole role ov Bownty.   She maded us wate, but she did feed us owr supper.  After a big leckshur.  An' a skoldin'.  An' da meen fayse treetment.  She cant stay mad.  We iz her babies. 

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Arfur