Old Dogs Get Senior Center

I tink dis is a place I wud weely like to go. Kyo sez its way far away, but we can go to our park when ders nobuddy dere. Dats almost as gud.

Bak ta normul

Wail, ebrythings bak ta normul 'round here. No more tummy upset, an I'm bak on my reglar fud. Which is gud. We habnt been doin' much, jus hangin out at Happy's house an' stuff. We had compny an da littlist humin was der. He's not very big an he neber goes to da stor and brings cookies, so I'm not sher what's he's gud fur. But Kyle and da other humins are real fond of 'im, so i've desided not to bite him or nufin. OK dats it. Snif ya later.

wastin time

Kyle is such a butthead. Look at all da time he wasted, updatin' my blog page. He hasta do it in html, which I guess is like worse'n fleas. He gave me a new motto, "The Leash of My Troubles," and fixed all da culers n fonts and stuff, and built a link on my piktur. An now we don't hab no time lef fur writin nufin.

... Sept maybe dat I habnt been feelin reel good last coupla daze. Kyle gave me sum stoopid cookies dat upset my tummy. But taday was prity gud. I gots ta lay inna sunshine almost all day, and in da shade and it was warm an' I drank lotsa water 'cuz of my tummy. Dats it.