My Doggie Park/Yard

Befores I began my important blogging I promised Lucky I would post a...hehehe...pikture...hehehe..of Brudder...hehaha..Albert...hahahaha...fur her. Oh, he is gonna kick my butt fur this. And can somebuddy let Lucky know I posted it since mum won't be home.

Since mum has that jewelry duty…Oh, mum has informed me I haven’t been saying it correctly, it is j-u-r-y NOT jewelry, but really, who cares…I thought I would show you my yard dog park. Why am I showing you ask (1) I want to be like Frankie, except fur being da boy dog part (2) my ain’t home and sh’ll nevers know and (3) I’m bored cuz mum is gone. Oh and by da way I tried to get mum to gives me da scoop on da court cases but hers said,” NO!” and then I say,” Well, why not?” then mum says,” Because you are a blabber mouth with a blog.” Then I says,” Point taken”. Now wher was I, oh that dang ADHD comes along at da worstest of times. Oh yea my yard/doggie park. Is ya’ll ready fur da tour? Ummmm…just one small request, can ya’ll just pretends like I am an official tour guide? Thanks, I preciate it. And, at da end of da tour please feel free to leave tips…ok, ok. Here we go….

This is my house..

No really, here is part of my house. We lives almost downtown in an older neighborhood. Da house that was here before mine was burned down so mum and Mr. Dad bought da property and built me a house.

Here is my mailbox. We hads to get a new one on da street instead of on da house. We wouldn’t want Mr. Mailman to get any exercise now would we? I wonders how fast he can run anyway. I just need to know these things. Oh and if you wants to mail me a package to my mailbox heres my address: 123 Puddles St. Hehehe…I’m just pulling your leash, that’s not really my address.Here is my mailbox. We hads to get a new one on da street instead of on da house. We wouldn’t want Mr. Mailman to get any exercise now would we? I wonders how fast he can run anyway. I just need to know these things. Oh and if you wants to mail me a package to my mailbox heres my address: 123 Puddles St. Hehehe…I’m just pulling your leash, that’s not really my address.

And here is some kind of tree withs a weird face in it.

Well this concludes this portion of my tour...mum has to go beautify herself fur her civicle duties. While her is gone I’m gonna go take some pictures of stuffs her don’t want you to see. Make sure you come back Monday fur da rest of my tour.

The End

Peace Out,

Puddles