Happy St Patrick's Day

OK. I'm goin' bak to sleep now.

Pawtay!!!!

I had a vary fine weekend. As yoo all know, I spend my entire day frum brekfist to dinner sleepin inside the red stroler that is in the garaje. I dunno why they call it a stroler, cuz it just sits thare it shood be called a sitter. But anyway, imajine my surprize this weekend win I discuverd sevrul pints of Ginniss stuft under the cooshuns in the stroler. SKORE! C'mon over ladeez, the pawty's at my place!!!!

Phewie! Whut a St Patriks Day!

We sellubrated hard last nite for St Patrik's Day. I pincht all the gerls and Trip was with me ... we did a lot of my primo nip and ate a ton of greenies... it was GRATE! We dansed a danse called a jig wich makes yoo lite-hedded vary fast, espeshully after a lot of nip. Trip got blotto. I wasn't much better, but I dragged myself upstares, peed on the brand noo box that Rosie and Cheeto sent to the wite rat, and crawld into my tunnel box to sleep it off. Geezers can party just as hard as yoo yung-uns!!! Woot!