hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay wel for now i hav givin up on the folk singers becuz the all seem to have an abnormal attatchmint to cats so insted i hav deesided to tayk tuckers sugjestchun for sumwun diffrent to rite me a theem song and so welkum mister ozzy ozzborn!!!
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay this weekend dada and his gests went up to neerby palomar mowntin ware they hav the faymus teleskope wot wuz yoozd by galilayo to discover aliens on joopiter and also to disproov the foolish noshun that the erth revolvs arownd the sun meenwile i got to stay home and hang owt with mama ha ha in yore fayse dada!!!
After narrowly escaping assassination at the hands of Squinty McGrumpyson, I learned that this whole case was a sham — the cat who hired me to find the Maltese Crow had set me up as a patsy to be taken out by Squinty. But why? What was her angle? I was about to find out, and it wasn’t going to be a pretty scene.
After finally escaping the bizarre world of the Labyrinth, I returned to my office at the university, expecting things to settle down while I got back into my routine of scholarship and education. Little did I know how wrong I was …
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay i am just abowt reddy to do my post for this morning i wuz thinking that i wood maybe adress the ekonomik krisis wot i hav been heering abowt and unvayl my plan for putting americans bak to wurk making my treets and tayking me for wawks and wotnot but first i think i heer sum dum crows kawing owtside the howse so let me just go bark at them first for a minnit ok??? be rite bak
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay laytly i hav ben heering roomers floting arownd that vizsla dogs such as myself and my brother tucker the other vizsla dog (hoo is also a vizsla just like me only smaller and older and spoilder ha ha) ither dont bark at all or bark at in … inaprop … at times wen we dont need to wel let me ashoor yoo that nuthing cud be further from the trooth and to demonstrayt this i present to yoo a skolarly treetis on things wot need to get barkd at
So the other day I noticed that Trixie was standing under the smaller almond tree, staring up into the branches with a hopeful look on her face and wagging her tail. Apparently she thought she had treed something. I went out to find out what she was looking at. A couple of crows were in our big silk floss tree and the neighbor’s evil eucalyptus, cawing and chattering and generally making an enormous racket, so I thought maybe there was a baby crow in the tree. But no, there was nothing at all; Trixie was staring eagerly at a completely unoccupied branch. No baby crow, no squirrel, nothing. Yet she was convinced there was something there, even when I bent the branch down to show her it was empty.