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...