Oh Meester Weenstone I hopes we hasn't offindod u. U vewy wise man doggie.
Bungee, it will be ok wit noo brudda. Mebee noo brudda doggie not lik toys. I dosnt like toys. Chip Chip and Robbie liks toys, bot dey dosn't fite. I liks to sleep wit my mom mom or my olda brudda Robbie. I bet u gits to coll da shots.
Turda I lern I lik baabi burdi

yomm yomm yommy yomm. I kitch one an croonch it op. Chip Chip tooks away

fwom me. Mom mom in gardin yellin at oos. Chip Chip gets it all de wa down except for feeties and den mom mom ketch him an teks it out uf his mouf. She tro our pwiz in wats u colls da bin. Wot a wast of goood pooltre.
We tells hur we wants raw, we wants raw!!
We is gettin or hares kut turda. It gittin vewi hot. I gets to go to doggi show an be only spwinga. Dey colls it meet da bweed. I moost have good hare kut.
ps. it woosn't a pwetti singi burdi. Eet woos nasty blak poopi burdi.

Ur spwinga fwend, murderin Ernie