Hello friendlies! Lulu here! This week we had something called “Independence Day”, which is a day when Mama and Dada don’t work and the television gets played really loud in the evening while treats rain from the sky for no apparent reason. But before the television and the treats, there was a little road trip to a park that the other dogs who used to live here used to go to!
Greetings, quivering civilians! This is Saya the Mighty, checking in from points north. Did you know that we have tree squirrels up here? DID YOU? Well, we do. They sit in their trees and they taunt us. DIE, TREE RATS!
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay reesently wen i wuz going thru dadas emayls lukking for messadjes abowt unklaymd funds in afrikan bank akkownts and other valyooabul offerz i kaym akross this emayl frum a playse calld green gestures chek it owt!!!
now obviusly this emayl must be referring to my blog on akkownt of dada is a notorius tree merderer wot with all his silly buks he rote wot ar printed on payper wot is mayd owt of ded trees!!! beesides hoo better to diskuss the importanse of trees then a dog??? so lets reevyoo all the ways wot treez benefit the wurld ok heer goze!!!
Hello good readers. This is Tucker the Much Better Vizsla than Dennis. Lately there has been a lot of talk about my health problems, but I do still have my good days. This was one of them. It started when Mama and Dada were going to the garden center to buy some trees. I wanted to go with them and help pick plants.
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay it has ben verry chilly and rainee heer laytly and so we hav not gottin to go to the harbor in a wile but on satterday mama and dada pakd me and trixie into the kar and we tuk a ride so i think it must be a harbor trip!!! i meen ware else wud we go!!! i am not shoor why we ar driving in the opposit direkshun frum the oshun but i am shoor it is just sum sort of misunderstanding!!!
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay wel yoo may hav wunderd ware we wer going in that viddyo ware mama so kroolly mayd us wayt at the door wel i can tel yoo we wer going to see my buddy todd!!! now hoo is my buddy todd yoo ask??? wel my buddy todd isnt a hoo its more of a wot kind of like mongo frum the faymus dokyoomentry blayzing saddels eksept wareaz mongo wuz just a verry lardj man my buddy todd is a park check it owt it has got trees:
HELLO HUMAN SERVANTS, THIS IS TROUBLE THE CAT. LET’S SEE IF THIS SO-CALLED HYPNOTIC DISC I STOLE FROM THE BIG CLUMSY DOG THAT STEPS ON ME REALLY WORKS.
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog it seemz there haz ben sum reesent confyoozhun abowt wot can and cant clime treez and so i hav prepard this skolarly treetis to kleer this matter up wunse and for all ok heer goze
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.