She who thinks she must be obeyed...

wont gimme no more of dat blooberry bredd she made.  She sed I had enuf.  Mom sez I should eat sum of my Paul Noomen crunches from my bowl.  I got nooz for her - itz not that gud.  She maid bredd wif nanas too for dat clyent wif all the paperz.  Hes okay but he wont pat my head.  His littel gurl named Gabby likes me and throwz my toy for me.  See that dang gate?  Mom putz it up so I cant jump on people when they come in to see her.  She dont know they reely come to see me. 

Duzent everybuddy come to see the dogz? 

Uh oh gotta go - heer she comes!