Fursday Fings

It habs been a berry long week,
and so I bid Yeu...

Habby Fursday!

What, Yeu may ask, habs made this a long week?

Whell, it is on a counta I gots my own self in the berry deep troubles, but let's naught diss cuss that right now. In the stead, let's talk a bout...

Fings In My Yard

We habs these really tall perrenials what are common in the arts and crafts style gardens. I deu naught know what is the name, butt be fore the blooms open, they look like this.

And then ass the blooms bloom,
they look like this.

And then when the blooms haff fully bloomed,
they look like this.

They are pretty and all so pink.

And then ober here in this corner,
let me show Yeu this odder blooming fing...

This iss my blooming Texas Sage.
It iss teu huge fur the bed,
butt it iss teu pretty teu cut back.

Ob course as Yeu can see,

Spring... Her Flora and Her creatures...
are libbing it up in My Yard.

Whell, mostly...

And now I spose I shood splain

the berry bad fing
what I did deu...

I... did... commit...
*gulp*

burd murder.

And all most as bad...
I ett it.

My the Mom whas sad and diss appointed wif me.
She whas sickened and diss gussted.

Eben berrily so...
She habs for gibben me...
on a counta she is my the Mom.

She iss still worried a bout my innerds.
And she is gibbin me pumpkin wif my foods.

So much for my diet...
*chuckle*