<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" ><tr><td valign="top" style="font: inherit;">Wow, Arfur--that is a big adventure. I feel like a nap myself. Sounds like fun, though.<br><br>--- On <b>Tue, 4/21/09, Beth Howering <i><momarroo@gmail.com></i></b> wrote:<br><blockquote style="border-left: 2px solid rgb(16, 16, 255); margin-left: 5px; padding-left: 5px;">From: Beth Howering <momarroo@gmail.com><br>Subject: Vito's big abvenchur<br>To: dailydrool@dailydrool.org<br>Date: Tuesday, April 21, 2009, 2:10 PM<br><br><div id="yiv996885600">AArrrOOOOO! Dis iz Arfur heer. Yu bedder sit down. My mom wuz gibbin owt kukies. Weelly gud kukies wif bwoobewwies an' appuls an' stuffs wike dat. Ennyway, I sat weelly nice an' gotted mine. Den I satted weelly nice but Hugo gotted my udder wun. Den dere wuz wun mor an' mama wuz cawlin' an' cawlin' "VEEEEEEEEEEEEEETOOOOE!! VEEEETTTTOOOOOO - Kukies!
HEEER VEETO!! No Vito. No jingul ob da tags. No sownd at awl. Mama check da howse - no Vito. Mama check awl da gates an' day be shut. Hmmm....VEEEEEETOOOOOOOE!!! WARE AR YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO??? She wooked in da yard abowt a gazillyun times an' no Vito. Now I see mama gettin' sorta bassety- wrinkuls on her hed, wips hangin' down, sorta gud ackchully - wat Hugo? Oh, weww, den maybe not so gud. So she cawls agan an' sez "COM GETCHER KUKIE VEETOE" or sumfin wike dat. Suddenly we heers da tags makin' dat jingwy sownd. An' den mama seez waaaaaaaaaaay up da hiww in da wuds da widdwe bugger's eers a'flyin' an him runnin' down fru da gote hill on hims cruked widdwe wegs. Hims not make a sownd, jus' com to mama. Den she seez da gotes runnin' down da hill! Ooops! Sumbuddy weft da gate to da gote pen open an' Vito went splorrin' waaay up dat hill an' he wuz teezin'
doze gotes!! He musta run down dat wast acre at a hunnerd miles a howr!! But dat wuzn't az fast az mama runnin' 'cross da yard an' closin' dat gote gate afore da goties got owt an' butted us! Don't no why day wanna do dat - I onwy bark at dem sumtimes. Oh weww. He camed in da doggy dore an' wite into da cwate ware mama gabed him hiz kukie - den wocked it. Sed it wud not hurt da widdwe dickens to take a nap. Now mama iz awl red an' funny wookin' frum runnin' an' frum sunburn an' her hare iz awl flyin' ober da place. Gud fing yu cudn't see her. I am gonna see if I kin gets an udder kukie.<br>
<br>Later,<br><br>Arfur, Hugo, an' Vito da abvenchurer<br><br><br clear="all">Blossom <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.dogster.com/?50296">www.dogster.com/?50296</a><br>Hugo <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.dogster.com/?443659">www.dogster.com/?443659</a><br>
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<br>A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and sings it back to you when you have forgotten how it goes.<br>Unknown.<br>
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