[Dailydrool] Da Momma Storie

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Dis Brudder Elwood. Momma ia a feelin better, fank youze to da Brudder Elwood sperience in da nursin ob da sick. It bee long week, but da Brudder tuff, strong, I step up an do da real deal fur me Momma, cause I starb iffin she don't git of da couch youze see.
I tellz you all bout me week whut I glad bee last week whut bee like a whole lot ob toosedays cause on tooseday it alwayz be da dey it blow.
I git up shake off da critterz ob sleep, an sey lookie dat, why dere a mountain on da couch, I go gib it a sniffy. Git da snooter rite up dere and why it Momma on da couch. Why affer I git a lookie at dat mess--da hair all wet, da face be a drippin, she unner a blankie, she ain't got no eyeballz on, she kinda smell, she like old heep. Daddie is a pullin me off says Momma berry sick git down be a gud boy. I sayz Daddie, dere stick in Momma's chopperz, he sayz dat be suffin called a momeeter an it seyz it be a hunnerd an two. Git off Momma. 
Hmmm. Hunnerd an two ain't herz weight, meebe one buttcheek, but nebbermindz dat--------------
Brudder Elwood nebber trust dem new fangled fings, I take dis in me own paws. I stick me snooter in her ear hole an bite dat liddel piece ob hangin down meat. Dis da true test youze see.
Yup, da Ol lady bee cookin. 
I git down, grab all da cobers an pull.
Momma needz air.
Momma not preciatin me nursin ob da sick. She moan, she groan. So I gib her liddel space, cause I ain't had me mornin bowl an I kinner wundder bout dat, so I wait. I wait sum more. I wait sum more. Momma don't moobe fur hours and when she do, she git up and start to da food room and Brudder Elwood yell real loud fur Momma to be carefulz cause she ain't got dem eyeballz on, but she no lissen and dere she go-----she step in a nice pile ob da poop whut squishie rite in her toebones. I run to me crate, I feelin da needz fur protectshun youze see---an I hear Momma----
Dis famblie channel. She seyz all dem wurdz an we git bowl ob kibble wif nuffin whut be like bowl ob cereal wif no milk. All dis go on fur deyz. Brudder Elwood wurk berry hard nursin Momma and da feeber finally go down, Momma smellin real nice by dis time and Brudder Elwood hab liddel moment.
Now remember I be dog at heart, I just couldn't help meeself.
I git on top ob Momma and roll on dat wunnerful smell. Dis was a Morse specul rite dere. Why she gib da wurd YUUUUREEEKA new meanin.
Yup, Momma was a gittin better bout den cause Momma grab da Brudder an I hit da floor and she gittin snappy agin. Dis part ob me nursin skillz youze see, cause her to git better.
So me home a gittin back to normalz, Daddie whut we was a finkin was a gittin dis stuff, he be DA MAN-he jus grumpy, he not git sick. Momma berry glad.
So, Brudder Elwood sab da dey, an Momma seyz she gonna catch up on all da nooze, but I sey dis fur Momma,
Thank Youze to all fur finkin ob us.

Drool to all in need----



Debbie Winchester 
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Ol' Bob, Sister Daisy, Brudder Jake 
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