Friday Night Wrights: Last Week Edition

Habby Friday Night
wif
The Wrights

 I haff many fings teu tell Yeu,
butt
I wood like teu start by saying that...
Ubon refleckshun,
I whas disabbointed wif my last bost.
I said so much and yet fell
so berry short
ob many fings I meant teu say.
In short,
I haff been an...

*ahem*
I digress...
Teu recab:
I receibed

free berry wonder full blogging awards

from my friends and mentors...

The OP Pack.

They did honor me wif these awards
fur no odder reason ecksept....

be cause they knew it wood mean

so berry berry much teu me.

And it did... make me

so berry berry habby.

Phantom, Thunder, Ciara, Lightning and Yeur Mom...

Fank Yeu

from the bottom ob my heart!!!

. . . . .

And now in turn,

I wood like teu pass

these free awards on teu

ALL my Friends

wheu work so hard teu blog.

Yeu know wheu yeu are.

If yeu are reading this...

It is Yeu.
And Yeu and Yeu and Yeu.

. . . . .

Libbing wif a the Mom

wheu iss sickly and/or deus naught feel whell

makes fur a tough week
or teu... or free.

Add a leash
and freezing, cold whet wheffer...

 and yeu haff
my last week.

Teu be honest...

while the Mom habbs felt goodly enough teu work
40+ hours at the Facktory,

she habbs naught felt whell enough teu get me teu

My Skool.

Me & My Lizzard.
Eckspresing my frustrayshun on
the Mom's abandoned sheus and bants.

Whee haff sbent abter hours in

the big bed.

Deu naught adjuss yeur set.
This picksher iss
right side ub. 

I haff entertained wif
many songs.
many games.
and a chiggin on my noggin. 

and now she iss...
down.

Aside from time imbosed by

the big bed,

my back reum habbs all so been obertooken by

Miss Dyson [in bink]
and Mister Shob-Back [in silber and black]. 

Ass Yeu are whell aware...

I haff been on leash in my back yard since Halloween

on a counta berry many and all so becan related reasons.
Whell...

The Mom decided teuday teu let me

stretch my legs.

Here I amb waiting fur the command...

Release.
One word...
a blink ob an eye and...

I amb off. 

Furst,

a bit ob small business...

  then catching ub wif the Mom
one lass time.

 Wee Wee... Wheeeeeeeeeee.....

RUN

SHNOOFF

a bit on the whay back teu
Aufority. 

 Make a break fur it.

 Run wif the wind.

 Jet bast...

 S T R E T C H
my legs.

Z  I  B
a round the corners. 

E A T 

ass many ob

these forbiddables

ass bossible.

Now called back inteu line.

I get it.

uh huh...
I hear the Mom say

and I quote:

"Reufus, when yeu begin teu wonder

why yeu are only allowed out ob doors on leash...

"I suggest yeu refleck back ubon thiss day,

on a counta yeur behabior whas

a troshuss."

. . . . .

Wheu?
Me?

I fink Yeu
yeu need teu understand that some times
my ears don't hear so whell.
Butt all the same...
*blows frew debice teu find key*

In fack.
*sings teu behemian rhapsody*
I amb butt a good boy
fromb a good fambily.

I amb berry good out ob doors
when I amb on leash.

*strike a bose*

 My the Mom lubbs pickshers
where I abbear
dibbed in cream.
. . . . .Yeah Yeah Yeah... Huh?

So good teu stretch my legs and
burn some energy,
butt I amb so berry much missing...
my agility obstackles. 

Here's teu hobing they can come out and 
blay wif me teumorrow.
. . . . .Night Night fur Now

Sweet Dreams and
Habby Week End...

Super Sweet Saturday

Habby Weekend

It habbs been a rough week in

The Wright House Hole

wif more sicknesses, long hours at the facktory

and then teuday

what the Mom did sbend in a class

a way from me and our home.

I sbent the day finking ob

the fings what I lubbs teu deu the most and...

Blogging

iss at the tippy most tob.

In a berfeck world,

I wood be a better writer.

I wood bick more clebber tobicks.

I wood haff better

Staff.

I wood haff more time

and bost a blog ebbery single day.

O...and I wood be

a better sbeller.

. . . . .

All that said and wif many fanks teu

My Sister Comet

My Brother The Luke

and

My Brother The Bleu

I haff made

Many Dear and Subbortiff Friends

like that gorgeous

Fambily ob Sibes

The OP Pack.

. . . . .

Now...

Fur many reasons,

the bast teu monfs haff been tough ones,

butt I did haff one berry big highlight...

My OP Friends,

Phantom, Thunder, Ciara and Lightning,

bestowed ubon me

Free Berry Fun Awards.

. . . . .

Award One

Seuber Sweet Blogging Award

I beliebe the reules deu state

that teu formally acksept thiss a ward,

yeu are teu answer a few fun questions...

and yeu all know how

I deu lubbs teu answer questions.

Seuber Sweet Questions

1. Cookies or Cake?

Yes or Yes

A better question might be...

Which did yeu leabe closer teu the edge ob the counter?

hahahahaha

[eben the staff is naught laughing]

On record, I deu lubbs them boaf...

cake slightly more than crisby or burnt cookies.

It's wierd.

Juss saying.

2. Chockolick or Banilla?

Yes or Yes.

A better question might be...

ah oh...

[no one is laughing]

My the Mom iss naught much fur sweets,

but she kinda brefers banilla teu chockolick,

so I deu get teu share some surbrises sum times.

...

Shee iss naught laughing on a counta

I recently stole

a chockolick and banilla and cherry muffin

off the counter

[at night on a week end]

and she sbent an hour googling such fings

teu figure out what teu deu wif me.

I fought it berry chuckle-lishus and huge coo.

*takes bow*

3. What iss yeur faborite sweet treat?

On an aberage day,

and keebing reality in check,

my faborite treat iss...

Melon

[cant-elope, honeydeu, water...]\

Butt in a

Fantassy Whirled...

Amy's Ice Cream

Paws Down.

Followed closely wif

My Aunt Dav's Pumpkin Bread.

4. When deu yeu crabe sweet things the mostest?

When I amb awake

and when the sweet fings are easier teu get

than the salty fings.

*nods*

5. If you had a sweet nickname, what wood it be?

My the Mom calls me

Sweet Boy or Sweety Boy

a lot...

butt I haff noticed that when she iss emotional,

she calls me

Sweetheart.

And I deu lubbs that the most.

. . . . .

I deu all so lubbs that woman.

Award Teu

Sebben Fings About Me

Iff I deu under stand the reules ob thiss award,

I amb asked teu share wif yeu

some fings yeu might naught all ready know,

and here goes:

1. Sometimes I purr.

In related neus, sometimes I snore.

2. I lubbs teu shmuggle ubside down

and ubside down games are big fun...

butt I whill ebenchewally right my self

and

*zzzzhhhhhheeeeeeeee*

shhhneeze.

3. I like teu

punish the Mom when she is in the shower

on weekdays

or weekends when I know she is leabing me

kill the 

Puffs

[some ob yeu fink ob it ass Kleenecks]

Tisheus and Bocks.

4. I amb a Sock-A-Holick.

I whill dig em out ob a pile ob dirty laundry.

And I whill dig em out ob a pile ob clean laundry.

I whill find em in a bag ob freshly burchased items.

What deu I deu wif em?

I take em teu

The Back Door...

or I take em teu

The Mom...

neiber ob which haff an abbresheayshun

fur my bringings.

5. I amb naught afraid ob rain or storms.

I whill sleeb in it.

Iff I hear it,

I whill look at my the Mom teu see if she heard it, teu...

I whill go out ob doors in it.

I whill sblash in it.

I whill naught understand the word

"hurry"

when I amb out in it.

Abter all, becans kinda float.

6. I amb a seuber ambed butt allso silly boy

when it comes teu learning fings.

I amb more than

Food Motibated.

By that, I mean... I amb off the scale.

I deu lubbs teu blease, and my mind works berry fast.

Sum times it takes a long time teu teach me sum fing,

 butt once I learn it...

I add it teu my rebertoire,

and offer it ass often ass I can.

Ecksambles: Freeze, Back, Roll Ober.

. . . . . 

6.5 My the Mom, wheu clearly habbs no mirror,

finks I need teu go on a diet.

Yeah Yeah Yeah.

I cood go wif a few green beans in my dinner bowl...

butt let me off this leash,

and broblem solbed.

*runs. like. the. wind.*

7. Fur all my hi-jinks and huge bersonality...

I amb the bestest ob trolley riders.

I look a round fur a bit.

And then I lay down.

I amb naught anckshus.

I amb naught nerbous.

. . . . .

I juss chill out and wait teu see

where whee are when

the trolley doors oben.

Hello.

Now last butt berry naught least,

The OP Pack

did bestwow ubon me...

. . . . .

Award Free

The Family Ob Bloggers Award

Wif the accebtance ob thiss wonder full award comes...

No Strings Attached.
:o)

. . . . .

I fink whee can all agree...

Fambily iss the berry best.

I mean,

In most instances,and all so most ebbery single time...

My Fambily

 iss the beobles I choose

on a counta

whee understand one a nodder,

and odder mushy stuff...

Drizzly, Lazy Saturday

Whee woke ub

teu the early morning sounds ob

drizzle.

Whee then bretended that it whas

naught yet morning...

but then

when the sounds quietened,

whee did:

• get our selbs quickly ub outta big bed
• tooken a walk in the drizzle
• ett breakfast noms
• tooken a second quick walk in the RAIN
• go back teu big bed

In fackt, I fink
drizzle
iss the yeunibersal sound ob
lazy.
. . . .
Yesss...
Whee did sbend
quite a bit ob our morning
in the big bed.

 And the Mom did deu
blaying wif
the furs on my feetsies.

Teu be clear...
Whee did naught sbend
the entire day in
the big bed,
butt the entire day whas
drizzly, rainy and lazy.
. . . . .
And so...
whee did blay
our big bed games.
. . . . .
I deu lubbs teu blay games.
like...
the one where
my stuffies deu
sneaky a ttacks and danglings
ober me.

And then there iss all so
the classic...
Where's Reufus?

Can yeu sbot me?
Hobing fur the broducktiffity ob
sun shine teumorrow...