

Dis furst pichur is by da nu sine dey put up sins we wuz heer at dis park last- Pffffffft- cant let no horsies on bikes in dare wit guns- dats fur shure- dey wud stomp on da flowurs! Enyways, dats whut mom sed da noo sine sez- rrrrr sumtin wike dat.
We wint on walkies by da rivrrrr in a big wuds wit lotsa tweees. It wuz lotsa fun, an I had my pichur tooked on a stump- dont I sit nice fur pichures? Byrdie dont wike sittin on stumpses, so she dint git her pichure tooked by herself.

Mom sez I am a gud gurrrrl. Cookys arr bedder, butt I like ‘gud gurrrrl’ tu.

Mom had tu hold Byrdie so’s she wud be a gud gurrrl tu git her pichure took. Mom sits nice tu fur pichures, butt den she gots alla cookies in dat bag she gots, no wunder she smilin.
We had a diffrunt walkies an had to sit unner a yapple twee- we wike eatin dem, not sittin on dem! It wained on dat walkies, an we got wet furs. Dare wuz sum big tings dey calld geeeze, buttt we dint chase dem- dey flu away anyhoo.

So it wuz a bizzy weekend, sum gofurrides, and sum walkies, sum cookees, and sum pichurs. Wut else duz a gurl need?
Yer such a gud gurrrl Bea!