Just a short wuuf. Dad's helpin' clean the house. Ha, ha!
This is why I don't like to go out in the rain. When I come back I have to wash my feets. 
Should I feel privileged or somethin'?
But this also happens when the all the baby speeders are parachutin' through the air on their silken threads. They lands on the grass and attack my feet. To prevent me from chewin' on my feet, Dad washes my feet and legs. What a pain. I like chewin' on my feet!
Then on our late walkies yesterday I saw this pile of stuff in a neighbor's yard. It's not even Turkey Bird Day!
Hey Dad, can I pee on it?
When we were visitin' GDad, he told me that right after the big war, number one two one two (Two), he use to raise turkey birds. And one two one two (one) day my dad (When he was itty bitty) wandered into a pen with abouts one two one two (500) young turkey birds in it and they started chasin' Dad. *Heehee!* GDad's mom had to run in and rescue him. Bet T-Day dinner would have tasted different THAT year if things had gone the other ways.
Ha, ha! Dad says he did it on purpose. He thinks of himselfs kinda like "Danger Man" and stuffs.
Gotta go. Dad's gruntin' and groanin', makin' us think he's reeeeallys workin'. Arf, Arf!
19 November 2006
RAIN, RAIN, RAIN/SPEEDERS/YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDIN'!
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Hey Freda,
Man am I glad to see you. Anyway, did you Dad let you pee on the lawn ornaments?
I love turkey and mash potatoes. Mom made mash potatoes yesterday and gave us all some. Mom says turkeys are stupid. She doesn't usually say stuff like that so it must be true. I think I could handle a lot of turkeys...just herd them around until they fall over...tee hee.
I've never met a turkey (the bird, that is). But I've heard that you can't carry on a conversation in a room full of turkeys 'cause they keep interupting!
I've only seen a turkey once and I ran away-not because I'm a wimp or anything-I just didn't want to scare it.
Like Maxie, I'd like to know if you got to pee on the lawn stuff--it's WAY too early for Christmas decorations, I think
Can't you kick that bucket over? That's what I do when my mom tries stuff like that! Ha ROO!
Play bows,
Zim
Freda~
Lawn ornaments are the best.Way to go Freda.sniff-sniff
Lot's of Lick's
Sam
Wow Freda's back!
Bussie Kissies
Buster
Hey Max,
Smashed couch potatoes (Or potatos? Better ask the Qualye Birdman) sounds reeeally goods. We had potato(e) pancakes. No turkeys. Just a saurbratens.
And NO! I wasn't allowed to pee on the wire stuff. ARRRGG!
Wuufs!
SO LATE SO LATE!!
Hey Turbo and Pippin,
Mom and Dad have seen wilds turkeys in Oklahomer and here in the left coast. The one in Oklahomer was wearin' a red helmet and those here were wearin' Birkenstocks. Arf! Arf!
...Zim,
Kickin' the bucket? I don't think I want to kick the buckets yet. Too many treats to eat and naps to take.
...Sam,
Those LOs are sproutin' up all over. And even some of those hot airs thingys. I reeeeallys want to bite them but Dad says I'd be wastin' my times.
...Buster,
Thanks. It sooo nice to be homes with Mom and Dad.
Wuufs!
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