duh troof herts

Kyle was sittin’ here working at duh compooter, but he has to get up an take a brake. He was firsty, and ‘sides it was gittin sad. His dad dusint think he otts to git sad fur other peeples pets, but he duz. He’s just bilt dat way, I guess.

So he wuz goin through a bunch of e-faxes, cuz he volun-tears to help pets that git sick an hert and dere people don’t have muny for duh vet. An Kyle starts reedin all deez names, like dudly, bud, red, willie, sofee, dakota, eley, scoobie, and Kyle sez that when a peeple names a pet they know but try not think about the fakt that someday, dey gunna see dat name on a big bill frum duh vet. Sumday, dat names on a little plate on the lid of box. An dat’s the troof, Kyle sez.

Kyle sez it’s a choice of love over nothing, of grief over nothing. And between grief and nothing, he’ll chooz grief.

I say yeah. Dogs just love. We nose bout time goin’ on, and peeple alone, but we just love. So enyway, you wanna theenk a little less about that vet bill, dat little box? Spay and nooter yer pets. Take care of us. No joke.