Well efurryone I is in trubble. If dis looks like I am in jail it is furry close to da truth. Lately a big furry orange introoder has been coming round my house. He walks by da windows and says nyah nyah nyah and sticks hims butt rite up to da window - I swear! He must gets to stay owt all nite while me an Angie has a 8PM curfew in da Summer so I has to jus look out at him.
So, he has been lookin in at me for a while now, and den today I wuz owtside an Mom wuz bizzy on da puter (not bloggin as yoo can see by da sorry amount of posts lately)... an I decided to go find dat orange monster. I found him way in da next street in da house behind my yard. Well me and da orange monster wuz in da middle of fistda cuffs when da Mom comes running like a loonatik frew da marsh and da poison ivy an all dat fun stuff to break up owr fight. I guess she knows what I sound like even miles away cuz I gots such a big mouf! So da orange boy goes runnin away, and I knows dat big Mom is not happy cuz she is yellin louder den I wuz.
Next fing I know, I get a free ride alla way back to da howse! I wuz growlin owt my story to her but she didn't want to hear it at all. I wuz tryin to tell her to go back and get my nice bloo collar wif da pink (for da ladies) heart wif my name on it. She was not listening, she wuz growling herself. Now I am grounded for a loooooong time. I'm tellin yoo, dat orange monster is BIG trubble.