Pose' borthday analeesees:

Three kine's yoghurt: Nomber One ees Chobani "Greek" yoghurt, made in USA. Eed ees kaka. I no ead. No eben tasde. I refuse. So the Wooman ead eed. She say eed OK.

Bod Nomber Two: Total Fage Yogurt made in GREECE: Delicioso! Muy rico. I ead eed and scrape the bardam ob the bowl an' ged my wheeskers een a mess. I led you know abou' Nomber Three tomorrow.

The bes' presen' was the new streeng weeth brown paper mouse. I keelled eed good.

Oh, also the Keeedde Leeder? Nice an' fresh an' cronchy.

Tonighd also I weell try the mango. I lorf mango.

Ad las'!

I yam nine. I theenk. Thad means I hab no more libes, righd?

I had to waid por the Wooman to carm home from worgh for my blordee pardy.


These wor my presends:

Fresh keeddee leeder, my faboureed, Fresh Step.
New Streeng and brown paper mouse ad end.
Sardines frarm Morocco...FEESH!
Kiwi
Mango
Peach yoghurt, three kine's because she coul' nard fine' my faboureed, Breyers. She say I try today or I weell be seeck.

Fors' I had some ripe kiwi. I yam use' to habeen' thees after deenner so eed was strange as appetizer...

Then I looghed ad my yoghurt.


An' read the label arn my FEESH!

Oh. MY. Gard. Now we' talkeen'. Thad was the bes' feesh EBBER!

Then I pass' oud...

Happee, happee, borthday....

Forgheen' Blarger

I cannard orpload my peecs ob my borthday. We weell see eef it worghs manana.

Eed's our Borthday!

Eeds ees the borthday ob me Estorbo an' my brorders H-h-h-uwi and Trebor een Kalk Bay an' Lennie an' Sollie een Eenglan'. Thees ees H-h-huwi an' Trebor's pardee. Menu: Marmide, meelk, bottermeelk, abocado, parmesan, meealies (ees corn, fresh), an'....HAM!

Lader they weell make- orpchock.

The Wooman says tonighd ees my pardee.

Smoghe alarm: the bideo

Smoghe alarm

I can smell smoghe before eed begeens. An' then I howl.

The Wooman was cookeen' por hor frien's Ereec an' Mimi por deener tonighd. She was roasteen' peppers.

Soddenly I star' to howl.

aaaaaoooaaaoooaaaaawwoooawaaaahhhwrrghaaahYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

SMOGHE! EBERYBARDY OUD OB THE BUILDEEN' NOW!

I ron to the fron' door. Bod eed ees close'. We mos escapbhe frarm the terrace. I ron, screameen' to the Wooman to follow.

No, Estorbo, it's yos peppers, she say, an' they are nard eben smokeen'.

FIRE! I howl! Ron por your libe!

No, Storbie, there's no smoke, no fire, she say.

FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! I howl.

I yam arn the roop waideen' por hor. I yam panteen'. My paws are sweateen'...

She starts to feelm me weeth the camera!

Are you crazy, I pant! Ged your passport! Ged my Onnatracteev Grey Barx! Ged the credeet card! We mos' leab.

911! Are they here yed????

The Wooman keeps pleadeen' weeth me. Estorbo, they are going to theenk I yam abuseen' you!

You are! I scream....I weell be eenceeneraded. Or you weell be, an' then where weell I go???

Storbie, she say, loogh, I hab taken the peppers oud. They are roasted, the oben ees arf, the smoghe alarm deed nard eben peep.

Maybe eeds baddery ees flad, I pant.

No, she say, loogh, no flames.

Bod remember the time you lefd the gas arn an' when' to bed an' I howled an' sabed you?

Yes, I do, she say, an' I yam etornally gradeful, bod theese ees deefferend.

Maybe, I say: eed smells bedder. Bod I yam steell keepeen' my paws crossed.

Anorder brorder!

Thees ees weird an' deestorbeen', man, chegh eed oud. H-h-h-uwi, Trebor, Lennie an' Sollie: there ees anorder one ob os!

Cleek here.