[Dailydrool] She git me dis time

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Dis Brudder Elwood. Otay. Dis be ebbrybodie chance. Dis put dat Diva a  
smilin. Elder Clara git da brudder. 
I tellz you all da storie. I bee man bout dis.
Dere be summfin bout Fridey nites in dis home. It like Elder Clara glad da  
wurk week ober, but whut do dat one know bout work?? Da onnly wurk she do is  
walk to da food bowl, an gib da Brudders hard time. Dat I bee sure ob. Well, 
las  nite, she just in roarin formz. She chasin da brudder, she growlin, she not 
 stop. Ebbin da peepuls watchin, laffin at all whut she be a doin. An it bee  
realz cold at me home agin, da winds a blown, dere be dis white stuff a comin 
 out da sky, and youze see it den it gone. Why dis stuff be mystery. Where do 
it  go?? Well anyweyz, Elder Clara she a moobin all round and we all go a 
runnin to  da doggie door. Elder Clara a bringin up da rear--now dat lot ob rear 
we a  talkin bout dere, We all go out. Elder Clara not com out. I go back to 
da dog  gie flap, dere she be, just da liddel bit ob da snooter a hangin out da 
flap.  She a laying rite in da doggie door a snarlin and it cold outside. 
Well dere  ain't no wey in da home, cause dere be biggie road bloc,whut bee Elder 
Clara. So  here we be, me and Jake an Daisy an Bob all out dere and we no can 
git in da  home. So I gib herz da bark. She bark back, but she be warm. Well 
now let me  tellz youze all, Brudder Jake, he edder dumb as box ob da rockz, 
or he bee berry  brave. I fink we needs to call him dat Gomer Pilez, you knowz, 
tall, kinnder  stoopid, but nice, an all--but whut he do--he jus a go rite on 
in dere ober da  top ob Elder Clara, we hearz a big thump when he hit da 
floor---I lookie thru da  flap. Otey. He sittin rite dere wif Elder Clara, I stick 
me snooter in da flap.  Well I almost git a stub back. Elder Clara she on da 
game tonite.  I seyz  where da peepuls, it cold out herez, I go tell Brudder 
Bob he gonna haffta do da  bark cause da peepuls will lissen fur him. He bark. 
Like I seyz, I hear me Daddy  a sey Elder Clara moobe, Bob bee cold. Like da 
rest ob us ain't youze see--Geez,  it bee a freezin out herez. 
So dere ya all bee. Elder Clara git all we hounds las nite. She win dat  
round. I fink dis be whut dey sey rebenge fur laffin at her bein called da pin  up 
gurl in da BellyRubs calendar. 
 
Oh, yea Brudder Elwood gots a quession--whut be granchillren???  Momma  seys 
we got dem a comin to me home, an da onlly fing I knowz iz Momma gotz a  
turkey, an a hammie, an a beefie and me taters, an I finkin we ain't got nuff  
foodz fur dem, whut ebber dey be. I fink da Brudder got trubbles a headin him  wey.
 
Oh yea. Da brudder fink morez. It sure bee nice to hear furm all da doggies  
I askin bout, an Morse a floatin on ober--why I kin hardly wait, he see Elder  
Clara he gonna fink dem cow pies a lookin real good--why it alweys good to 
hearz  frum all da peeps.
 
Otey. Da Brudder do da brain fart one more time---we seyz Drool to all in  
need, and all doggies stey warm.
 
Debbie  Winchester
Official Food Slave and Drool Mop Queen to
Bob, Elder Clara,  Daisy, Jake and
Brudder Elwood OEBE 
Instigator of Evil Deeds 
Virginia  Beach Basset Hounds

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