Are you furries in 'dere? Corbee done said 'dere are furry furiends in hurr... I guess I jus take him's word.
|Note to self: Must find dem apples.|
So, da Corbee sitted me down for a chitter chat. Him's told me dat dis was my fosta home and dat I not stay hurr furevers. Dat he was my furiend to help me figure out who my new family should be since my old fam-ers had to say buh bye. I was a lil sad 'cause I do like it hurr, but him's said I'd like my NEW furever home even more den I like it hurr.
|Hmmm... now what does I want.|
Now dat I'm equipt with da knowledges fur my new family, I'm on da look out. Hurr's what I do be lookin' for:1. Couch
3. Comfy dog bed
5. Kids, okay
7. Kitties, okay
9. Someone to admire my purdy furs, cuz I be beautiful.
10. Someone for snuggles
Corbee said my list be near purrfect. He says I also want a yard -dat would be nice, but I not big time Olympic runner, I do my stuff and back in da housie I go. I don't need no yard.
Corbee said I should ask fur a boat too. A what? No, Corbee. I don't need no boats. I don't even know what dat is.
Corbee said I also need to ask fur toys and bones and treats and breakfast and dinna. Well, duh. Ain't dis implied?
Ok, Corbee... shush up, dis my time on da bloggie. SHUSH.
|Corbee: "I'm just trying to HELP Eva. Geez."|
|She has super comfy lappy.|