Friday Night Wrights: Personal Space Edition

Habby Friday

the end ob

a berry busy week

and

Welcome teu 

Our Bersonal Sbace Edition

 Thiss week started off wif a
BANG
ass crooks kicked in the door ob
Our Berry Good Friends
and neckst door neighbors
Sunday morning at 10am.

 Whee heard the
BANG
butt did naught know what it whas
until whee receibed the emergency call
from their security alarm combany.
Some stuffs whas stolen,
butt the berry mose imbortant fing whas...
Cousin Sammy whas safe.

 So any way...
Our Berry Busy Week
habbs been made busier
wif the eckstra security detail,
weaponry brebaration
and bigilante meetings.

Whee habbs all so been busy wif
The End ob Classes at My Skool
[for this year].
Whee did habbs a big and raucous barty at
My Agility Class.
Let the record show...
I whas
 The Only Steudent
teu bust out the zibber in my crate
and
Join the Barty
*takes bow*

In my defense....
I amb all so
The Only Golden.

Whee are beoble bersons by nature.
I amb a Soshull Giant.
I rest my case.

The Mom habbs all so gone back
teu berry hard work at
The Facktory
from one week off
on a sickly baycayshun holiday.
She says,
and I quote
"It habbs been an undogly long
and stress full week."

So fur that reason
and all so on a counta pitty,
I tooken a nab wif her this abternoon.
And here iss
Our Nab
from the Mom bersbecktiff.

 I amb deuing my
Seuber Reuf
flying wif baws in the airs.

 Teu treat her wright,
I habbs tooken only a little ob
the king size bed.

I deu my best
teu comfort her.

The Mom needs teu relacks
and no fing is more relacksing than
Tummy Rubs.

 She all so really deu lubbs

Ub Side Down Toofy Grins

 and
Cuddles

 and
Looks ob Lubbs.

I eben let her be
My Billow. 

I fink thiss makes her feel
Speshull.

I did gibbs her some
ArmBit...

and a little
Chin and Snooter

 and all so
Kibble Hole.

Sbeaking ob...

No need fur Yeu teu worry...

The Mom whas tired butt

I made sure she did naught

sleeb frew dinner.

 Now...
I don't whant Yeu teu fink
that whee sbent the entire abternoon in bed.

 Whee sbent some time out ob doors teu.
And yesss...
I amb still on leash.

 Eubsy.

Mom: "Reufus??? Deu yeu haff a becan???"
Me: "Becan??? What becan???
Mom: "Drob it, Reufus, drob it"

Me: sbit

The slobbery becan I sbitted out.

 Butt I digress.
The wheffer whas changing
and the skies were cloudy.

 It whas naught a good day fur
the pickshers,

 but an interesting one fur
sniffing the airs

and listening teu the sounds 

ob the squirrels running round
in the trees.

 And while I whas nabbing,
they habbs been burying
all manner ob nuts and acorns
in my yard. 

eubsy...

The Photographer

acksidentally turned on the flash

and it looks like

 Night
what means time fur

 My Head in The Mom's Lab.

 The Mom
some times tells me that she needs
Her Bersonal Sbace.

I under stand combletely.
I need
Her Bersonal Sbace
teu.

Whishing Yeu
Speshull Time wif Those Yeu Lubbs the Mose...