hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay if yoo hav ben a nice reeder for a long time then yoo may reemember way bak wen dada reeported on wot he thawt mite be my histry before i wuz fownd wandring in a kanyon but if not and yoo ar intrested yoo kan reed abowt it heer its ok go ahed i wil wayt!!!
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay wel for this weeks rerun the nice peepul at random.org hav selekted this post in witch tucker pretends that he is not the wun hoo tried to steel the chikkin frum the sink for shaym tucker!!!! shaym shaym shaym oh hay wow luk its a pikcher of me with a grappling hook how awsum is that??? ok bye
Hello good reader. This is Tucker the Much Better Vizsla Than Dennis. While Dennis is occupied getting ready for Pink Daisy’s Halloween costume contest, I thought I would address some scurrilous rumors and videos that have surfaced recently that purport to show me clumsily attempting to gain access to the kitchen counter. But can we really trust the evidence of our eyes? Let’s investigate. Come, Trixie, the game’s afoot!
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay yesterday i unvayld more futage of the misteeryus fetch observer for those of yoo hoo may hav missd it heer is a fuzzy viddyo stil i hav helpfully markd up the stil to poynt owt myself and the misteeryus fetch observer check it owt:
Having successfully set Spiny Norman on his way to a new career as a Top Gun pilot, I have returned to my regular life as a distinguished professor of archeology at the university. I had planned to resume my work of encouraging young minds to think and ask questions, but little did I know that I would soon be embroiled in a vast and dark conspiracy the likes of which the world had never seen before …
Hello good readers. This is Tucker the Vizsla. Recently a picture surfaced purporting to show Dennis and myself sleeping in close proximity. While some have called this picture a “mirror image”, others have noted here and elsewhere that while Dennis appears to be young, I appear to be old. And yet once I was the young one! Could it possibly be a coincidence that after Dennis showed up, I became the “old dog” in the house? Let us investigate. Come, Trixie! The game is afoot!
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay wow it wuz verry nice to heer how much evrywun likes to reed abowt wot i am up to i am sorry i wuz gawn all yesterday if dada wer a normal persun hoo just yoozd gnome like evrywun else hoo runs ubuntu then i wood hav ben abel to post but no he has to tweek this and that and the other thing and install sumthing calld pekwm jeez yoo wood think he wuz yoozing gentoo or sumthing he is such a nerd ha ha
wel ennyway wile i was in … incommun … wile i wuz beeing kept off the compyooter, a kuple of verry larj and misteeryus pakajez arrivd at the howse:
Rumor has it they used to worship red Kongs around here. You know, the kind that look like insulators from power lines or the rubber bump-stop from an old Volkswagen. But one by one, the Kongs disappeared. The superstitious say that the gods took them back up to Paradise; others, that the Kongs never existed at all except in the minds of the faithful. Me? I think there must be some truth behind the legends. And I aim to find out what it is.