Raising The Reuf: May 2014

Habby Friday
and
Welcome
teu
Friday Night Wrights
Mostly Whet Wheffer
wif
A Small Bit
ob
Sun What Did Shine
Edition

yess yesss
a wheek defined by
the wheffer
so let's get started wif
our holiday feature
what iss called
My Memorial Day Wheek End

ob course
ass yeu all know
I amb quite
The Soshull Giant

how ebber
my the Trolley Driber
iss
*clears froat*
knot
. . .
so whee are
the only teu beobles
wheu habbs blans

teu habbs
no holiday blans

otter than juss
hanging out
teu geffer

and so
wif
no bees in our bonnets
no sbring in our stebs
no sbark in our blugs

whee loll frew
our Saturday

a few games
a bit ob heeling
quite a lot ob
whashing and drying

and then

*yawn*

early teu

b i g b e d

and

that brings uss teu

our holiday feature

what iss called

Memorial Day Ebe Sun Day

yess yessss

whee whoke ub early

teu enjoy

a wonder full

Sunday Morning

before

The Mom hobs in

the Trolley

teu join

937 Million Otter Trolleys

on a dribe

down teu

the tib ob the earf

where

she deboards the Trolley

Tob Whatter Grill

teu habbs

a berry tasty lunch

wif

a fambily ob belicans

and all so

My The Aunt Dav

*nods and smiles*

while sitting in

thiss window

yess yessss

fried shrimbs and hush bubbies

most ob which

came home in

a Reufus bag

*drools*

and ass

l u c k

wood habbs it

traffick iss clear

on the return trib

and

the Mom iss

h o m e a g a i n

Y A Y

- - - - -

and now

that brings uss teu

a sbeshull holiday wheffer feature

what whee call

Habby Memorial Day

Storm a Coming ... Bring It

yess yesss

whee kneeds

t h e r a i n y r a i n s

yikes
t i m e t e u c o m e i n

butt knot before
getting
d r e n c h e d

and
little did I know
thiss iss juss
the tib ob the ice berg
a drob in the bucket
the ...

the calm

be four the storm

that's wright
the big red freatening graffick
iss
heading wright for uss

and so it goes
. . .
it rains in
the back fourty

it bours in
the front

the street iss
a ribber

yess yesss
wif the drought condishuns
thiss iss like
a drink ob whatter in the dessert

and
yeu can hear
the grasses and the shrubbs and the trees
saying
" a h h h h h h h h h h "
. . .
and sbeaking ob
drinks and whatters and
"ahhhhhh"

I deu slibs out in
the flood whatters ob
Lake Reufus

on a counta
. . .
s m a l l b u s i n e s s e s

and wif
the task
quickly accomblished

I sblash my whay frew
the flood whatters
ob
the batio

landing

in the juss barely abbubs

f l o o d s t a g e

in-ob-doors

where
I deu enjoy
a b r i s k t o w e l d r y

and

outside

it continues teu

r a i n

and
r a i n

and

. . .

r a i n

and
s h o r t o n h e r s t e b sthe Mom
sblits her time
on the treadmill

and
whalking
our floor blan circle

which
I ob course
w h a t c h

un till
s u c h t i m e
I hear
*musick teu my ears*
. . .
"Reufus lets whatch Tee Bee"

and whee bile ub

in
the big bed

wif

good tee bee

and

My Micro Sofft Surf Ace Tablet

the Story Teller
can read teu me
the blogs ob my friends

and
I can digtate teu

the Media Secretary
. . .
my bersonal comments
*nods*

interrubted only by

a c u b b l e

o b

s m a l l b u s i n e s s t r i b s

and
beliebe yeu me
berry berry little
g e n e r a l o f f i c e
whork

and then wif
the bitter batter on the roof
lulling uss teu
s w e e b

whee close out
our holiday wheek end
wif
d r e a d
for
the return ob
the ~~whork wheek~~ bart time Staff

and that brings uss teu
our un-four-chew-nut holiday feature
what iss called
Back teu Facktory Teusday

and
Habby Teusday
whee whake ub teu
t h i s s

> red bin on right = My Home <

> red bin on left = My Skool <

*whoa*
whee decide teu
zeum out
and whee see
t h i s s

and then about the time

the Mom iss ready teu leabe

- - -

bours down rain- - -

so she whaits

un till
I can go out
wifout
the funder and the lightning

butt
my o my
juss look at
t h e s t a n d i n g w h a t t e r s

I.
mean.

juss.
look.

all while
it. iss. still. raining.

and now
wif juss
a smidge ob jealousy
. . .
I whonder
why the Photographer iss knot
photographing
m e

and then
wif

the Mom off teu whork
and
me in my little reum
*tick tock tick tock*

the Sun and I
whait teu

whellcome
the Mom
back home

where
the tob ob me
basks in
the wharmf ob the sun

and
the bottom ob me
shwishes frew the shwamb

in
the shadow ob
m y d e a d b e c a n t r e e
[God Rest Her Soul]

and then ass
night

deus fall

more rain

deus all so
. . .
fall

so
whee curls ub for
nighty night

and that brings uss teu

a nodder wheffer feature

what iss called

Whet Whednesday

that's wright
whee whake ub teu
a shwamb kingdom

and so
wif
whee susbend
our regularly scheduled
morning training games

in fabor ob
juss
the bare minimum businesses

on a counta

h o l y c r a b

it continues teu
rain

rain
rain

r a i n

un. till.
. . .
the Mom comes
Home

and takes me
out

on
a business whalk

negosheating

a round
the whet lands

and after
a feasibility study

I focus on

the chosen area

ob
business endeabors

shwhising my tail
teu suggest
a inn door break

and now back
o u t a g a i n

testing
the high grounds

bushing
the limits

ob
Lake Reufus

and now
that brings uss teu
our sbeshull feature
what iss called
a sweet roll

yesss yesssss
wright. here.

and that brings uss teu
our memorial feature
what iss called
My Trees

and here iss
m y l i t t l e l i b e o a k

and
*g-g-g-g-gasbs for breaf and s-s-s-s-sobs*
. . .
here iss
m y d y i n g
b i g o l e b e c a n t r e e

*sobs*

I amb going teu miss

the shade

ass whell ass

. . .

the becan crob

- - - - -

and that brings uss teu

our regular feature

what iss called

My Fursday

the ole whoman iss

on the road all day

and

late home

and

I try my best teu gibbs her

a s w e e t w h e l c o m e

and now
a brief baws for
a sbeshull sky feature
what iss called
look look ub there

some dark coulds

teu

the whest

some fluffy white clouds

teu

the yeast

and teu
the souf
. . .
F R E D

and whell ok
be low it all
. . .
a n o d d e r s w e e t r o l l

*rebble in it*

*show bride in it*

yess yesss
that's wright
and now for
our regular feature
what iss called
Our Fursday Foto Sheut

yeu habbs teu admit
. . .
I deu
. . .
s w e e t

and
I deu
s t e u d i o u s

and
I deu
w h e u w h a t f o c u s s e d

and
I deu
n o n o n o n o n o

balanced a gainst
m y g o t e u

. . .
y e s b l e a s e

. .

and when
the Photographer
takes a steb back

I deu
l e t m y m i n d w h a n d e r

and then
whee take a break
for
a bit ob chase

o yess yesss
and
a big shake

my the Mom
iss
so silly

some times
I deu knot know
what teu fink ob her

nor
what shee whill deu
neckst

butt
I deu know
I lubbs the Ole Gal

and

ole gals require

m a i n t e n a n c e

so
I amb
a bayshunt boy

while
the Mom gets in
some ob her
f o u r t e e n f o u s a n d s t e b sin the air con dishunning

which iss knot
nearly ass
f u n
ass
out ob door stebs
ribbing and rombing

and

boking a round

and
frew the garden

what's that
slow down
yeu say

ok ok
. . .
now it's time for
our regular feature
what iss called
my bleuming fings

and thiss iss my
Texas Sage

what ass yeu know
iss
my mose faborite

I deu lubbs

the soft sage leabes

and
the bretty magenta bleums

and then

all so in bleum iss

the bink buff berrinials

what

in sbite of all her best efforts

the Gardener

habbs knot been able teu make them

go dead

and now for
y e u r e n t e r t a i n m e n t
. . .
z e u m

round and round

and
back

and
what's that yeu say
R E U F U S S T O B

and
here I amb
quite bleased wif
my self

*smile*

I deu lubbs teu
share
the habbinesses

where ebber I go
. . .
and teu that end
here I amb
o u t s t a n d i n g i n m y f i e l d

saying
" whatcha doing Mom
. . .
come here "

join me
in
a s w e e t r o l l

*giggles wildly*
yess yssssss
I lubbs teu
hobb ub

and then
roll down
for

a nodder
whaller

and here I amb
finking

teu
deu it again

butt in stead
I fink teu
Z E U M

like
a f u r r o w b r e a d r a c e h o r s e

I go
round and round
zibbing
bast
the Photographer

... whell ...
un till
*sees stars*
I run head first
in teu
the Mom's figh
*stunned*

and when yeu habbs
a the Mom
wheu habbs lost a lubbed one
teu
a traumatick brain injury
. . .
yeu whill habbs yeur fun kilt
ebbery single time

and then when
her heart
slibs back out ob her froat
she whill share a quiet whord
wif
the Saint

" a m e n "

and
here iss me
t h e r e s t o b t h e n i g h t
being
a g o o d b o y

that's wright

eben

I can be a good boy

for

o n e n i g h t

- - - - -

and that brings uss teu

our faborite feature

what iss called

*yibbee*

F R I D A Y

and eben though

the Mom iss

berry late coming home

teu

I amb
berry habby
teu
see her

and teu get out
teu
catch ub
on
the habbenings deu jour

in
M Y K I N G D O M

while

I habbs been

~~nabbing~~

~~odder whised indisbosed~~

held cabtiff in

m y l i t t l e r e u m

and whiff
a b i g b u s y w h e e k e n d
ahead ob me
what whill be
neckst wheek's
B I G F E A T U R E

the Mom and I
head in teu
the cool airs
for
a bit ob a rest
a skritch ob the ear

and
a bit ob
canoodling

a bit ob
heaby betting

and some

holding ob the baws

un till
ob course
. . .
it. is. time.
the berry best feature ob all
what iss called
The Friday Night Dinner Blate

and
there iss knot
one single ebent all day
what gets my attenshun

like
the meal time brebarations

w h a t c h i n g
closely
e a c h i n g r e d i e n t

and teunight's sbeshull
. . .
salmon and legumes kibbles
carrots
green beans
lima beans
whole kernel corn
botatos
grizzly salmon oil drizzle
jazz abble garnish