Dis my fren Riglee. He liv nex dor an he sta wif us dis wek. Den I sta wif him wen mom s n paRiss.
Wayt. U haz cookeez? I sit nis n tall n kas u do.
Riglee n i play chays ... lots f chays and den mor CHAYSE. Til we get tyred. We sleep til da cloc sayz 3:45 amz. An den Riglee an i agree to wak mom up.
She not hapey, but we wag taylez and den she lafs.
I luv Riglee an will shayre my toyz, mi mom an me kat. But I don share my cookeez. Dis my bowl. K Riglee?
Welcom 2 my hous!
ooooo,
Teh Fish
7 comments:
OK. Those two are having entirely too much fun. I'll bet your stomach hurts from laughing at them!
Want me to send over a box of cookies?
Yess pleezes, sen cookeez! MaYbe 2 or tree box? We neede demz.
So funny and I love the way you wrote it...I thought it was German at first and then got the hang of it!
I think Fisher should post the entire time you are in Paris :) They are absolutely adorable. You are a lucky gal. It would be a real party if I could send over Murphy and Bailey.
By the way, it is raining again and I LOVE it. It's all cool and dark and damp. Sound familiar?
I concur - Fisher needs to do a guest blog. Riglee too.
You know, Fisher, I totally understand. You can only be expected to share so much and sharing the bowl, (especially when there could be a cookie in it), is just crossing the line.
Tell Mom that she needs some good sleeping pills...
Ya think they want a paw-dicure? Maybe something "spicy"?
I know what you are thinking with another doggie around, so when do we go to the pound?
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