<div>MomPerson pantin an puffin boy whadda day yestiddy an she still not cot up on da drools. An she gotta go ta work on her day off so we gotta spent da day in we crates agin.</div>
<div>We wented wif MomPerson to da Vetspital ta git bathes. MomPerson promize no pokes. HAhaahahahahahahah. She lie. Turnt out Llewis need ALL he pokes. Nigel (me) didint need any a tall.</div>
<div>She did gib we bathes. Dat affer she went to get we out ob da run we in and we boff gots loose an runnin wheeeeeeee all ober da Vetspital--I gone one way Llewis gone da odder. Dum Llewis run rite inna groomin room where Auntie Annette laff an grab. (She da big groomer whut MomPerson's bossman...woman.)</div>
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<div>Enyways we gits home an MomPerson gotta run rite out agin to sum meeding. Whadebber dat are. Firss she gib MommaDog a shot. Sposed ta meke she feel bedder, she not feelin so hot dese days. We not nose whut wrong but sumfin shirley is an she very mopey an not eedin sometime. We good liddel boys tryina hep she but she not want enybuddy aroun.We gib she drool but we not see it helpin much taday.</div>
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<div>Enyways so den da fone start ringin and da two-legger girl's big doggie, not da liddel doggie, ohso sick pukin all ober da place. Two-legger lib long way off. She not can get down ta Doc befour he gone. She call. She Hubband call. Den da odder two-legger guy call. Den MomPerson call Doc. Den Doc call. Den ebberbuddy callin allat oncet. MomPerson sluggin wine down an tryna reed da Drool but da fone ringin. Da Big Dog go to da eemergejencee Vetspital. She gots gass trow in ter rite us or else she got pan cree ah tite us. Enyways dey gib her alla da stuff she need to stop she pukeraging all ober two-leggers hawse. Den da boy two-legger call an den she fren whut gone to Caped Cod whut soun reely funny to we. A fish wif a cape? Whut fish need a cape? Whut a cape, Llewis? Look in dat book, ok?</div>
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<div>MommaDog reely not feelin good agin dis mornin, not eeding,not playin an not talkin. MomPerson took she out but MommaDog mebbe da shot meke her like dis or mebbe she hurt an been like dis but we not liking it noway. Ok MomPerson say she gotta go ta werk erly. </div>
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<div>Love an Drool to all in need, an we MommaDog too,</div>
<div>Nigel an Llewis cleen an smellin like da rows.</div>
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<div>Hunh? Llewis you sure dat da sayin? A row ob what? A rowbowt? A row ob.....Llewis com beke here...</div>