Saturday, November 24, 2012

FROM DOC (with CONLEY)

Yeah well I godda do dis cuz MPerson say I gotta so dis whut Doc tell to rite so donit go blaming me if he say stupit stuff.
                                                               Conley

Dis Me Doc. I growin by leeps an bones ebberday. I lernin to be a showy dog. Gotta lern ta stan still an let odder peepels touch me all ober an lookee in my mouf. I dunno whut dey lookin for in my mouf. I no got nuffin ob theirs in my mouf. Jus teeth. Lotsa teeth.
Dis me tawkin ta Conley tellin he whut to rite:

 

             See I gots da teef in dere but nuffin whut dont belong to me awreddy.

Here me wif Uncle Llewis. We plaze togedder a lot. He getz we in trouble by barkin alla time.


He got dis fing where if I whoosh inn his eer he go shakin his head sumfin fierce:


 
Dis next one is UncleLlewis tellin me not to go whooshin in he eer no more.

 
An den I shows you me: Dis whut I look like on dis side.


An den dis whut I look like on dat odder side:


                                                      I be hannsome.
                                         Dats all. Dats me. Dats Doc.

Conley say dis kid a reel brat but we gots to put up wif he. I done writed what he say to me and now I get a peece of turkey. I done.
Lub to youse all, Conley

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