Friday, May 30, 2014

Friday Night Wrights: Mostly Wet Weather with a Small Bit of Sun What Did Shine Edition

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
at
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
so
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
me
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
I
can knot
whait
and here
baired wif
the Ozarka Sbring Whatters
and
my good manners
*burb*
ass I all whays say
" the mark ob a good meal
iss the location ob the bowl
when finished "
and that
My Friends
. . .
whas
t a s t y
- - - -
and now that brings uss teu
our regular feature
what iss called
My After Dinner Outing
and
whee habbs teu make it
q u i c k
on a counta
the wheffer iss
changing
and
I amb berry
knot at all concerned
on a counta
the dark nesses
are making thiss reum
c o z y
that's wright
I whill nab
and leabe the whorry teu
the Wheffer Adbisor
wheu
whill whatch whif
whorry
care
the rain
ass it falls
and
thiss iss me
finking
what iss the Photographer deuing
taking bickshers ob
the flood whatters
in
the street
juss off
our front borch
and then
after the storm basses
I steb out in teu
Lake Reufus
 teu tend teu
s m a l l   b u s i n e s s
yess yessss
Lake Reufus
iss
full teu the brim
and
labbing the shores ob
the batio
and now
that brings uss teu
our regular feature
what iss called
The Friday Night Cheu
and here I amb
whatching
the seleckshun ob
teunights
f i n e   c h e u
. . .
a   f i c k   c r u n c h y   b u l l y   s t i c k
yess yesssss
*long content sigh*
 that iss
the whay teu relacks
- - - -
and now
ass I lay me down teu sweeb
my foughts and brayers
turn teu
all in need
ob
lubb... food... shelter... a home... a miracle
I bray it so.