Hello friendlies! Lulu here with a new life tip, plus some bonus lyrics! This week’s life tip has to do with something I’m sure everyone has seen: Yards. Lots of you have them. Lots of you have walked across them. But have you ever thought about what’s underneath them?
Post originally appeared July 20, 2008
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Greetings, quivering civilians! I know you haven’t heard from me, Saya the Mighty, in a long time. That is because I have been very busy keeping northern California free of vampires, squirrels, and their pointy-toothed ilk. But once in a while I like to have a little fun, while still keeping myself in practice, say, by trying to beat out the competition to catch a ball when it bounces off the roof. See if I don’t!
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hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay wile evrywun wuz distrakted by nitemarez and elekshuns and wotnot it seems that the gofers or sumbuddy tuk the oppertoonity to try to destroy my howse or at leest my yard chek it owt!!!
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Greetings, quivering civilians! We still have visitors, and certain subterranean rodents seem to think that I, Saya the Mighty, may be distracted during this period, thus allowing their sappers and tunneling saboteurs free reign in my yard. How wrong are they? Very. THERE IS NO BURROW THAT SAYA THE MIGHTY CANNOT FURROW!
Saya the Mighty out!
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay sum may hav notisd in reesent pikchers that my bakyard is not as green as it yoozed to be bak wen trixie wuz keeping it sayf frum eevil perpetraytors and yoo no wot??? its troo!!! the fotografik evidense is inkontrovertibul!!!
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* NOTE: Saya is not back in her cone. This video was captured the day before her stitches were removed.
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Having returned last week from my long sojourn in space, only to discover that my position at the university has been eliminated and my office reassigned, I am now faced with the daunting task of winning back all that I have lost … by playing the all-too-human game of golf. And unlike the time I accidentally turned flyball into a human sport, there is no way for me to fix things by changing the past. I must compete on human terms, or lose my office, my position, and my key to the faculty lounge … forever.
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay wel i am afrayd yoo may hav ben misled by toozdays post wot sed i wuz going to dizneeland becuz as it terns owt mama and dada and there mama and dada and auntie and frends went to dizneeland and left me home alone!!! it terns owt dizneeland duznt allow dogs other then pluto and goofy and posibly peg leg peet i am not shoor wot he is and meenwile dizneeland is overrun with rodents sutch owtrayjus diskriminayshun!!! why i wood kleen that playse rite up!!! and i wil bet that is why i am not allowd to go their becuz i hav rayded dadas kamra and diskuverd verry disterbing informayshun abowt the so calld happiest or shud i say most crowdedest playse on erth!!!
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