hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay wel yoo may be shokd to lern that my mama and dada no a number of peepul wot also happen to hav vizsla dogs like me wot ar the odds???
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay i wood like to speek to yoo this morning in my kapasity as a sivik minded ceo of a company wot is verry consernd with the publik helth i am referring of korse to dennises pig powders now i hav ben moniterring the swine floo sitchooayshun just like evrywun else as the level of panik and misinformayshun abowt this dizeez abayts and i am shoor that my reakshun is the saym as that of evry other observer wen i say why arnt yoo peepul panicking more?!?!
Although we have escaped from the Death Spud, things are not looking good for Trixie, Tucker, and me. Our small shuttle was never meant to travel through deep space, and lacks the ability to produce adequate food and water. Even the life support system is beginning to fail, as power runs low and non-critical systems shut down. We are adrift, and if we aren’t found soon, I fear it will be … too late.