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Showing posts with label vets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vets. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Horrayyyyy!!!!!

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: YES! We wun 4-0! Wa-heyyyy!!!!!!!
  • Simpsons: yes
  • Tesco: yes
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10/10
  • Day Score: 9!!/10
HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Yestaday waz a grayte day!

Ferst, the vet sed that Mrs fluffy is goin to be all rite.

-he sed that the lumps that she had wern't enything narsty, so she will be ok now. He took owt all her stitshis, exsept that they WERNT stitchis, they wer staypols! Jus like yu get on payper! WOW! He took them owt an gayve them to Mummy in a bag, an there wer 24 ov them. I bet they wer itchy!

In the eevnin, Fluffy waz allowd owtside fer the ferst time in 10 days an she went "Wa-heyyy!!!!" an jumpt over the fence, wich is 7 feet tall!

Granny, hoo izent eevn 5 feet tall, went in hot persewt, armd wiv 2 chairs an a torch. She told me an Mummy to help but we cuddent stop larfin. Well, Granny went to a bit ov the fence that waz a bit lower, an put a chair either side, then climed over an gayve chase. Fluffy sor her comin an ran rownd an rownd next dor's garden wiv Granny goin arfter her an doin the kind ov shouty-wisper that ownly Grannys an Mummys can do. Then Fluff scaled the fence agen an got bak onto our side, mayde a noyze like wat that Road-Runner fella maykes, then ran indors an hid.

Granny evenchoolly got bak an went arfter her, leevin me an Mummy to carry the chairs bak. (Wen she cort up wiv Fluffy she tikkold her belly an calld her a "littol munkey". I shall hav to get Granny a book on not-a-bears fer Crismoss.) We all rekkon that it waz all just a big joke from Mrs Fluffy, gettin her own bak for bein kept in so long. HAHAHA!

THEN Daddy cayme down to pik us up an bring us home, an on the way we herd that Gillingham had wun 4-0 that eevnin! Wa-heyyy!!! Must hav been the way all Granny's Bears wer frolikin in her pant dror that arfternoon. Granny sed I hav a bad inflooence on them. Don't kno wat she meens.

It's good to be bak. I can get visitin yu all, now!

Wa-heyy!

Bye fer now!