Anywho, now I can bark on this here doggy bloggy thingy in My doggy tawk an not have the smarty pants fone "self correct". It dint no nuthin.
Daddy an Mommy r like lil kids in a canny store. We've only had the smarty pants fones fur nearly a year. They furgot how a laptop thingy wurks. Mommy sez it's like havin Large Print. An oh, so many piccies show up now, stead o' jus 1 at a time.
We are happy. An even tho they r spendin like All their time surfin, they still membered to feed us an Daddy taked us fur our wawk.
So, Milton an Mr. Stubbs asked how I wuz doin. Better! My boo boo is jus' bout gone but I'm still lickin it so's I gotta wear a stinkin onesie. The red one shrinked in the wash (Good!) but I got a couple stripey ones. Here's whut I think o' them:
|Yu can't hear me growlin here|
So, life is gud!
Here's a piccie o' Mr. Pitiful Tux, waitin fur our wawk.
|Look it those pitiful eyes|
Hopefully I can bark at Mommy to let me blog All the time! Later Pals!