Fun at da Vetman's (da troof!)

 Weww, I tode yu abowt Vito an' da monster. Layter wen Papa came home we gode to da vetman's. Papa putted us in da big twuk an' dwove us dere. I went in wif Mama awl by myself. Papa stayed in da twuk wif Vito. Da only udder doggy der wuz a puggle (ugh). We wuz cawled in rite away an' da lady wayed me an' tawked to Mama, den left us to wate. Not shur wy, but I did not feel nerbus at awl dis time, so sted ov puwwin' Mama to da dore, I cwimed up on da tabul ware dey wayed me an' pwetended I wuz on a pwaygwownd. I gotted down, an' up, an' down, an' up a zillyun times! In between I wet Mama pet me an' skritch my eers an' stuff. Den awl ov a sudden I smewwed Papa an Vito! I went to da dore an' sniffed under it - an dere wuz Vito's noze on da udder side!! We pwayed snuffles fer a minnit till da vetman came in. He pikked me up an' I wuz not skared at awl! What a sprize! He gived me a ride on da taybul, den he hugged me an' put sumfin' on my side, den da udder side. Wooked in my eerz an den tawked to Mama. I ackshully wiked my vizit!  But da best pawt wuz after. Papa hewd us wile Mama gotted medisins fer me (coff piwws an' antywobotiks) an' tawked to da dr. an' da ladies. I wuz waytin to get owt dat dore an to da twuk cuz Papa AWLWAYZ takes us sumpwase gud! An' I wuz rite!! He taked us to get ice kweem! It wuz jus' a pawfect day!

Note from Mama: There was an emergency and it took quite a long time. It's good that Arfur can't hear, because there was the most depressing piano music I ever heard playing the entire time. I really nearly left the room it was so oppressive. What kept me sane was watching Arfur playing on the table over and over with such a big smile on his face. Made the time precious instead of difficult. He's my boy!

Vito an' da big gween monster

Humpty day Mama taked me an' Vito in da car. We took a twip to da Twaktor store to get fud fer da Pippicat an' fer da birdies. We wuz gud boyz an' waited in da car. Wen Mama came bak, we awl saw a fwend a few cars away frum us. Mama gotted us owt to say hiya! An' wud yu beweev, owr vewy gud fwend Lorie gived us eech a hafa roll!! YUM!! She hadda go to werk, so we got bak inna car an' rode home, ware Mama taked us down da dwiveway an' acwoss da street to get da male. Nun dere. So bak we went acwoss da stweet to owr dwiveway, ware Mama gwabbed da jiant garbidj pale to take it up da hill to da howse. Vito wuz sorta not payin' tenshun, cuz wen it began to wumble on da dwiveway, he jumpeded weelly high, den started wrunnin' as fast as he cud go up to da howse, dwaggin' me, Mama, an' da garbidj can behind him. Heez pwitty stwong fer a cwippled boy! Mama wuz yellin' "Vito stop!!" but he jus' went faster. She finilly habbed to let go ov da can cuz her arm wuz stwetchin' longer an' longer frum Vito puwwin'. Wen she did dat, he dashed up da steps to da dore to get in away frum da big gween monster dat "rored" awl da way up da hill. BWAHAHAHA!!! Whut a chikkin! Ov corse, I cant heer it, so it never skared me. I wuz laffin' awl da way.
Tiww nex' time!
Arfur

My dad da hewo

Dad wuz eetin' hiz bwekfast  befor leevin' fer werk, wen Mama sez "Did yu heer dat?" but in her own werds. We cud heer a funka funka fump klitter klatter kwash in da seeling over owr TV in da udder room. Dad went n' gotted a wadder an' climed up, opened da seeling (big skware tiles) an' fownded a mowsie wif hiz tale cawt in a twap. Dad gotted him owt, ran owt da dore, an' putted da unhurt mowsie waaaay down da hill away frum da howse. Dad haz made wun mowsie a vewy lukky happy kweecher.
 Unwike Mama, hu cawted 4 mowsies in her twaps in da kitchin an onwy wun ov dem gotted let go - da udders were ded. Da wun she wet go she dwopped owtside the dore an' gess whut? It ran rite bak into da howse I'm pwitty shure. It's gettin' pwitty bad cuz da Pippicat iz gettin' too old to keep da howse mowsie fwee enny mor. Owr howse iz weelly weelly old an' habs a stone seller so mowsies get in eezy. Dey iz sorta cute, but Mama sez dey iz icky. Fer today, owr Dad iz a hewo - at weest to da mowsies.

Too much! A nudder neer dizzyaster

Arfur heer shakin' my eers an' skwatchin my hed. Peepul do da weerdest fings. Speshully a sertan wun hu wiww be annosymowse.  It wuz a Sunday an' rainy so Vito n' me wuz nappin'. I shud note dat I am deff an' cannot heer awlmose ennyfing. It wuz sooo kwyet an' so welaxin'. Mama wuz reedin' her book so nuffin' wuz movin'. Awl ov a sudden - BOOM!!! Vito jumpeded up an' woofed, Mama jumpeded up an ran for da dore. Vito sed she wuz cawlin' Papa. She came bak sorta puzzled - no ladder on da grownd, no sine of dizzyaster. Den a sertan sumwun came in da dore. Dey wuz holdin' whut wuz weft ov a can ov spway paynt. Dere hand wuz BWACK, as wuz dere EER. No sine ov ennyfing ewse. No bwud. No payne. Not eben ennyfing on da jakket. Whut a puzzul!! So Vito 'n' me we stood owtside da gate an eevesdwopped. Seems dat dis sertan sumwun putted a cowd can ov spway paynt on da woodstove (da only kind ov heet in da barn) to faw it owt. Unforchunit fer him, he gotted distwackted. (NOT unyuzhual fer him, er - dem). Fergotted da can. Weft it too wong. Pikked it up an' *BOOM*!!!!! A big Xpwo - How do I rite dis? Bwow up! Bwast!  Skewwy! Beeyon wukky. Da boom wuz herd on da far side inside da howse. Da howse iz free hundwed feet frum da barn (dat iz about a hundwed bassets wong!) It iz not hard to figger dat dis pawson cud not heer for a wile. Den dere wuz da ass salt on owr nozes! A hole role ov paper towls an' a can ov bwake kween layter, an' da bwak paynt wuz gon. Da smeww wuz not. Vito twied to wawk into da baffroom an' habbed to turn awownd shakin' hiz hed an snortin' hiz noze. WHEW!! Now Mama sez dat wunce mor dis pawson wuz pwoteckted by a vewy powerfuw gardyin ayngel. Whut she duz not weelize iz dat we bassets can see dat ayngel an' he wuz shakin' hiz hed yet agan. But no hurt, no doktor, not eben dirty cwoze. Da ayngel iz da hewo wunse mor.

I gots make up posts dat wuz wrote but not pubwished, but dis wun tops dem awl so it iz furst eben if it happinned wast.
Til nex' time...I be heddin' fer a nap!
Arfur

Arfur hits da jakpot!!

WoooHooo!!! I am da happyest boy awownd! Wast nite Mama an' Papa bwot us sammin an' weelly tender chikky.  It wuz gwate!! Den dis day, Mama putted on Vito's leesh an' weft me home. I wuz howlin' an' singin' in da yard to wet her no I wuz not a happy hownd. Dey wuz gon a LONG time. I went owt den camed in an swept on da cowch, den went owt an' howled a widdle, den came in an taked a nudder nap. Wen dey gotted home, da furst fing I did wuz sniff Vito up an' down. An gess whut? He wuz at DA VET!! BWAHAHAHAHA!!! Wuz not me!! YAY!! I cud smeww he habbed 2 shots!! YES!! Not da Arfur! Onwy Vito! An' I no he dont care. He wuvs to meet peepull an get pets an skwitches an' wuvved on. I jus' want no shots an' to be weft awone...weww, maybe a widdle pet an' eer skwitch...but dats awl! So we bofe wuz happy boyz. Until now. I smeww wazanya in da kitchin an' can't get dere. Mama iz ignorin' my cwies. O rats, dere she goze puttin' it away.
I fink I am gonna go teez Vito cuz he got fatter! He ways 55 pownds!! Faddy faddy 2 by fore, cant jump in da car no more!! Needs a boost up wike me (an' I onwy way 54!)!!  HAHA!!

Til nex' time...
Arfur

Gud boy bad boy

We wuz reely gud boys on Fwiday. Awl day until after supper - hooman supper. We wuz leevin' da kitchen wen da widdle bugger snarked at my eer, so I givved him whut for, finkin' dat wud end it. Nope. Mr. Short Fyooz wost it and came on wike a vishus idyut. Mama an' Papa jumped into da fway, gwabbin' Vito an' wokkin' him up in da cwate. Wen he loozes his cool, it takes him a wong, wong time to calm down. So da peepuls habbed to lissen to him whine and growl an' cry and snort until he gotted normul agan. Don't bodder me - I cant heer him no mor. Den, Mama cawt us actin' wike brudders at beddy time. A miracul weely, cuz we nebber do dat.

Today we bin fine. I habbed run owt ov my CBD oil an' incwedibwy, dey sended it in wun day! Gud fing. I don't wanna looz my sooper powers agan. Onwy fing iz now wen I am hungwy, I am HUNGWY! Abowt a zillyun times a day. Mama iz twyin' to figger owt a snak chart dat wiww keep me wess hungwy. Akshully, she wuz owtside pooper skoopin' an' I wuz followin' her da hole time beggin' fer a cukky. Hmph. Did not get wun...too close to supper she sez. An' now no snakkies in da yard eever. Now we gots an owr to go an' eben Vito iz winin'. An' he dont take no CBD cuz he spits it owt. Mama sed tuff luk - its too spensive to waste on a bwat. So it iz MINE and I kin jump up on my chare agan an' sit up an' wook adorabul, too. Yoof in a bottel. Tiww nex' time...
Arfur

Da grate ol' hound caper

AAARRROOOO!!!! Dis iz my furst post ov 2018 cuz I wuz watin' fer a BIG wun! BWHAHAHA!!!
It awl beginned wif Mama an' Papa's adbenchur. Papa wuz admiwing hiz big bloo twuk az normul wen he seed it habbed no pwate on da frunt. It wuz GON. So Mama got on da 'puter an' seed dat to get a nudder wun, dey habbed to go to da poweese an' repawt it. So dey weft us home an' sat in da poweese stayshun fer a zillyun yeers. Da nise man sended dem home cuz awl da poweeses wuz bizzy. Ok, now da nex' day Mama did it by hersewf. Sat in da poweese stayshun, tawked to dem, got da paperwurk an' gotted tode dat she bedder hi tale it to da DMV or Papa wud get stopped, puwwed owt of da twuk an mite eben hab a gun poynted at him!! Cuz it wuz goin' on da ayr az stowen. So Mama hopped in da car, weft us awone awl day cuz she habbed to go reel far away to da DMV cuz da local wun stinks. She cud not beweev it wuz pwaktickly emty. It onwy taked her two forms, two wines, an' 6 dowwars to get a noo pare ov pwates an' a noo regernashun paper fingy. An' a nudder warnin'. Bedder bwing in dat udder pwate dat wuz weft rite away cuz now it iz stowen. SO - she hopped in da car, dwove a zillyun miwes to Papa's werk, gibbed him da noo stuffs, gotted da ole pwate, came home an' cowwapsed. She shudda gon bak to DVM. But she cud not moov, cud not bweeve, wuz gwooed to da big ol' chare.

Mama's chare - an MINE!

Dat meens she habbed to go bak to da DMV pwase da nex' day. An' she did, weevin' us awone agan cuz she did not no how long it wud take. BWAHAHAHA!!! Dis time da pwase wuz pakked wif peepulls. By da time she gotted fru da line to turn in da pwate fingy, she wuz warin' down agan. Dis time she gotted home an' kwik gotted on da puter to unwind. She cud heer skwatch, skwatch, skwatch - whiiinnnne, whiinnnne tiww it dwove her to see whut da heck wuz goin' on. She fownded dat stoopid Vito skwatchin' at da bottum ov da chare an' cwyin'. So she mooved da chare. Dat widdwe skunk gotted us cawt! Wile she wuz gon, we puwwed down da kukkie jar, popped open da wid an eeted awl da kukkies 'sept da wun dat rolled under da chare. Cuz wen she seed dat wun kukkie, she fownd da emty jar hidden under da tabul. But it gets bedder. Papa came home an' did not no whut we did an' he saved us haff ov hiz turky sammich!! BWAHAHAHA!!! Got to admit, awl dis ackshully maded me sooo hungwy! I nagged Mama awl nite fer sumfin' mor. Nummies! Mor nummies!! I bin hungwy sinse I gotted dis noo medisin cawed hemp oyl. An' now I kin sit up agan, cwime agan, jump agan...fings I cud not do fer a wile now. An' after awl dis time - bak in twubble!! Seenyer dog my futs! I iz a pup agan! hehehe...
Layter...
Arfur