Dummys Dad hurt his backs again. He was helpin' Mum move stuffs around in the livin' room. After 1,2 1,2 four years she thought it was times for somethin' completelys different. And Dad's mum and dads are coming todays. Why do peeps have to do stupid stuffs coz other peeps are comin'?
Anyways, Mum stole my big cozy ottomans...
Hey! That's mines!
It doesn't belongs here.
You are under my controls. Return to my room...
And Mum gave me a whimpys ottoman and rockers...
Big deals!
I hope grand mum and dads like it.
Then while ∆≈ was helpin' me with my barks this light, we found outs that a peep was stealin' mails. Dad got the movin' box descriptions and went lookin' for the federal fugitive. No lucks. Just a little excitements.
About times to pick up the peeps at the flyin' box place. Thanks to alls that have visited my place. I hope to bark back soons.
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P.S. ∆≈'s back and tummys are feelin' a little betters. Thanks.
Showing posts with label Mail theft. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mail theft. Show all posts
25 September 2007
HEYS! WHAT THE...? BULLITENS!!
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Labels: Dads, Federal fugitive, Mail theft, Movin's, My stuffs
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