hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay yoo may remember last munth mama interrupted my wurdless wensday becuz she wanted to help bring attenshun to sum blah blah blah lejislayshun abowt raybeez eksempshuns for dogs wot arnt helthy witch is gud but it had langwidj in it wor sed sutch dogs had to be kept kwaranteend more or less forever wich is bad wel gess wot??? the hyoomans in the ledjislaytcher tuk owt the kwaranteen langwidj check it owt!!!
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay i no that yoozhually on wensday i post sumthing wot duznt hav enny wurds in it however this week mama askd me to post this notiss as it affekts all my dog frends heer in kalifornya espeshly my dog frends wot hav medical kondishuns like tucker duz!!! so tayk it away mama!!!
As you may recall, on Sunday we had about a two-hour daylight visit from a skunk that was mostly just lying there like a lump, but that occasionally stirred itself to stumble around a bit. By the time we got someone to come out to collect it — or more accurately, to explain that he was not under contract to collect it — it had disappeared. Monday we had torrential rain and howling wind all day, and the skunk did not put in a reappearance. Yesterday it turned up again. To quote Monty Python, “I’ll tell you what’s wrong with it — it’s dead, that’s what’s wrong with it.”
So this morning, we woke up to find this guy on the hill behind our house: