First, I wented to the vet–or, as Mommie calls her, the V-E-T. I hab all my shots now, and I don’t hab to go back for two monfs. Then I get a special prize called a Big Girl Operation. I can’t hardly wait!! Tipper had a Big Boy Operation a long time ago, but I bet a girl one is better!
I’m a big six pounds now! Look how big I am:
I’m the best helper girl there ever was! Tipper helps some, but not as much as me. I help ebbybody alla time ebbywhere.
I help Tipper look out for badnesses:
And I help my hoomans, too. Like: Mommy and Poppy got a new thing that I think Mommy calls a stobe. It’s kind of magic. She puts stuff on it and it makes good smells, and then she takes stuff off of it and the hoomans eat it and then I help them finish eating it.
But Mommy said two of the burners didn’t work, whatever that means, and the obben didn’t heat right, so they got a new one. Dey had to move the old one out, and I helpeded.
Poppy was putting new doors on the stairs to the top floor, and I helpded him hang dem.
It got cold, and Poppy builded a fing called a Fire that was really really hot! I made sure the screen was on good.
Poppy was very proud of me.
I fink I need a rest.
Tipper: And she helped Momma relocate that bird thing by knocking it over about a million times–worse than I did when I was just a baby. I learned to leave it alone after three or four times, but Chickie just kept on.
NEBBER GIB UP! NEBBER SUMMEMBER!
Tipper: Do you even know what that means?
It means she moved the bird fing.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you ebber gib up?