Dear Readers

I iz somewhat worreeed. Momma haz been on her typer thingie a lot lookin at CorgiAid . . . iz it a new kinda drink for meeeeeeeeeee???? I am beginning to think it izunt . . . my water bowl haz not changed its flavor. There iz no aid of any kind that I cans see except for bandaid, whitch Momma putted on her owie when she bopped herselfs with the barbell at weight lifting. I thoughts Momma would have been at the beer joynt not the jim to gets a bar bell. Ans she woulda have to uv payed for it too, nots putted a bandaid ons it.

Oh, well. Whatever dis aid thingie iz, I thinks it portends disasters for me. You see, on CorgiAid der are pikcherz uv corgis who were down on their lucks but now, thankx to kind humanz, dey are able to gets betters and their owies fixed up. Momma loves the people at da Aid becawz they helps de corgiz. An dat iz alsew where Momma gotted unkul Montee, our pembroke boy who iz now at da Bwidge wid my other siblingz, inkluding Miss Emily, sniffle.

So she iz lookin again at de fotos and sadness of storiez of these poor liddle corgis. She has spotteds some buddy on der dat she is keeping on looking at an bak at and so on. An I am thinking dat she has sented an email thingie about a certun girlie she spyed der. I will know more later. I am having a bad feeling about all dis . . . but, on de udder hand/paw, really, I coulds gets a pal to frap wid and otherwiz plays wid. Dat wood not be haff bads.

I will ponder on dat . . . an on de Aid whatever and gets bak to you whens I knows sum mower.

Your friend,
Skeezix