Friday Night Wrights: Content Meant Edition

Welcome teu
A Nodder Good Friday Night
wif
The Wrights

It habbs been a berry long week
fur my the Mom
at the facktory...
and so there four fur me
in my little reum.
I habbs been walked in the dark in the mornings...

and a gain in the nights.
I habbs naught seen
day light
all week long.

So I whas berry habby
when the Mom got home
teuday
in the light ob the abternoon.

Whee were able teu
get out ob doors
and shnoof the grasses,

deu a bit ob ecksbloring,

and track the comings and goings,
the blantings and scratchings ob
the native squirrel bobulayshun.

mmmmm...hmmmmmm....
I deu lubbs
an abternoon in the yards.

Ob course
ass Yeu whill note...
I amb still on the leash.

Whee still haff becans galore
a long wif
naughty naughty squirrels.
Juss look here...
they tumbed ober
one ob the Mom's nine bags ob nuts.

She whas naught bleased.
No, not one bit at all.
In fack,
She said a word I haff naught heard
since last night
abter I ate a fird ob her buffalo chili
when she turned her head,
but I digress...

A long wif the becans and acorns,
whee now habbs a nodder neusance...
tons ob becan tree leabes on the ground.

Whee whill haff this broblem
fur a while,
on a counta there are leabes a blenty
still ub there in the tree.

Ahh yesssss...
I deu lubbs the tranquility
ob a Friday abternoon...

O.
And a chase.

Can Yeu see him?
I chased him ub on that bole.

And while the Mom whas watching
the squirrel,
I whas...
*clears froat*
busy.

Mom: Reufus?
Me: Whuh?

Mom: Reufus?
Me: Nuffin.

Mom: What deu yeu haff in yeur mouf?
Me: Mouf?

Mom: Drob it.
Me: Drob what?

Mom: Reufus, Drob the becan.

Me: Whuh becan?

::: s t a n d o f f :::

Me: sbit

Mom: Good Boy.

- - - - -
And off I flit
wif my ear in side out.

hahahahaha
Here iss a random picksher.
My the Mom takes a lot ob these.
She calls them
Reuf Plans.
[Arckiteck Humor, I guess]

Ob course, that one iss a
Partial Reuf Blan
wif
Norf bointing down...
butt I digress.
Huh?

Yeu see...
The Mom talks teu me a lot. 

 Me: What iss that, yeu say?

 Mom: blah bah dee blah blah blah... Sweet Boy
Me: Promise?

 Yeu know...
the berry best fing ob all a bout being
on leash wif nuts in the yard...

 is the fack that
the Mom is wif me
all the time.
heh heh...
That woman is nuts a bout me.
Juss look...
She tooken this picksher
on a counta she lubbs
my wisby ear furs.

Yeb...
Being on leash is naught all that bad...

and it makes fur
a good alibi

 when a feffer is found in the grasses.

 It iss going teu be a busy weekend.
Our Blans:
1. A Trib teu Dirty Hairy.
2. A Bisit wif Santa...
and
3. A GRRH FundRaiser.
I amb naught crazy about #1,
butt I amb told
if I haff #1, I can haff #2 and #3, so
a baff it is.
- - - - -
And now
the best bart ob the day
habbs come...
the time when
I meld inteu the Mom.

Abter all,
She iss naught juss
My Mom,
My Leader,
My Best Friend,
She iss all so...

My Billow. 

It habbs been a berry stress full
and tiring week fur My Billow...
- - - - -
Mom: Reufus, One need naught need search
fur content meant
on a counta it whill be found right here in
yeur lab.
Reufus: Or in my case... under my head.

Here's whishing Yeu...
Eudles ob Content Meant