Friday, January 25, 2013

Friday Night Wrights: Last Week Edition

Habby Friday Night
The Wrights
 I haff many fings teu tell Yeu,
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...
I digress...
Teu recab:
I receibed
free berry wonder full blogging awards
from my friends and mentors...
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.
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...
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.
The Mom decided teuday teu let me
stretch my legs.
Here I amb waiting fur the command...
One word...
a blink ob an eye and...
I amb off. 
a bit ob small business...
  then catching ub wif the Mom
one lass time.
 Wee Wee... Wheeeeeeeeeee.....
a bit on the whay back teu
 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."
. . . . .
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...


  1. U are so furry and cute! I hope the Mom feels better. :)

  2. We hope mum feels better soon. Have a super Sunday.
    Best wishes Molly

  3. Little Man, there must be some way to get all of those 'inedibles' off the ground in your precious backyard. You look to happy when you are running free like the birds in the sky!

  4. BOL - maybe the Mom can get your pecans with the shop vac? We hope she is feeling better.