Moonkey's Lafe

today is very speshul indeed. it is mine FIVE year anniversary of living in MINE home. fother felt deeply in lave with me. he said "let's get 'em!". it sounds he wants to kill me but he ment "let's adopt him.". then mather applied. then marge said ok. then i was afraid. i dont know who they are. why doesnt marge lave me now? how long do i stay here? i slept in bed with them nice and warm so we could bond. we bonded. we played. fother wrestled me down. they bought me jacket. they bought me bed. we went hiking. i went dag perk. it is a sacrid day. our anniversary. this is mine photo fother felt in lave with. it is after fresh both and cleen hair. i had deep sadness inside of me.

We think of flours, blossoms, eggs, ester bunnies, spring and outdoor activities.

It is beetiful.

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deer deary, yesterday fother and i went to perk in the morning. i saw this darling chiwawa dressed in a chunky winter-themed swetter. i thought "it's a good look. i will try it." so, after mather went to the "dentist", we packed up the bikes and off we went to a swetter sale. what a selection! but no reindeer or cowichan. i chose this one becawse it looks so similar. it is pure wool. it is snowflakes. it is oatmeal. it is turtleneck. i felt grate until i saw the photo. it is NOT chunky! fother and mather said it is grate to wear under my coats and to layer. i laked it chunky. i will get another one. that's not good for my parints wallet. oh well. thee end!

do NOT critisize MINE writing. that's not good. i am an artist. those who dew, can. those who can't, teech. you ken teech! you cannot dew. i DEW! tha end!

yesterday marning seemed fine except my fother hogged the bed. i felt i was on "the edge" but i made the best of it. i had a nice long walk and it was sunny. i had a nice breakfast. i enjoyed my hotpatch. i looked out the window. fine. suddenly i get a bad feeling. i smell oatmeal shampoo coming from the kitchen sink. mather is running the water. this seems bad. yes, it was. before i knew it, i was thrown down into the sink, soaked in eis kold water, almost drowned and hard nails raked over delikat pink skin over and over. finally it was over. i felt lake i had been in torture wash machine. what a hell it was. in the end, i got a gentle blow dry, a hot patch and mather and fother seemed very pleesed with the lightness and sent of my main. i suppose it does look rother nice like a halo.  

dear lard i lave the sun and warmth on my body. it feels lake haven. it takes a grate deel of energy to pick yourself up and move as the sun moves when you are half baked. but i did it. and i moved onto my hotpatch too. dear lard, i miss mexica sun and fun.

i do have a job. i must gard mine haus and i must make sure mather and fother get out to the perk regulary. these are my jobs. i get free room, board, snacks, close. however, i would lave to make MINE own money. i am thinking i will apply. there are many "dag jobs". this dag is fire dag. he gets paid a hansome some. i am jealous. i am a poor dag. i have NO savings. this is sad.

deer diary, spring has sprung, as they say. it is true. mather luffs and says "i have never seen him lake that." it's true, a young man fancies have turned to lave. and i am in lave. BIG TIME.  i must decide whom. the biggest surprize of the seeson is aggie. she is a beeutifull paggle. (it is pure mix or pug and beagle.) she is lavely round stomach, 5 yrs old and smells lake a dram. i would give her all  my foods, all my beds, all my hart. i lave her too much. right now she is not certin of me. she ignored but i think she is teesing. when i looked, she looked. i beleeve it meens lave. why would she look over when i was gone? i think becawse she laves me. she wouldnt play with me but i am pashunt young man. i snuck in gentile love making one time. hahahah. i lave her. the second is a 2 1/2 year auld mather. her dottir lives with her. she is spaniel. she was raped when she was 1. she has "seen a lot" in lafe and she is wise, kind, pashunt. she gave birth to seven

this was my first summer visit to fish crik. it was nice. it was sunny.  i went with two ants. mine amo stayed home. she said "it's too hot. i am tired." i only have two ants so i went to fish crik with ALL my ants. they fussed on me. i felt shy. this is a mamory. it is precious. we must all remember our mamories. before my fish crik visit, i was in vancouver at mine grindpa and grendma house for weeks. i went to dance studio, endowment, low tide, stenley perk, west van, east van, fermer market, capers. this is mamories. it was hot summer. that is good. i had shade, ran up hills to point grade wair i lived. mather went to the doctors and i stayed with the cats and grindparents. fother was gone. i thought "maybee he is ded.". i considered "maybe he is waiting at home in nu york." i don't know but i will make the best of life. this summer was my first time eating raw knuckle bone. i enjoyed many in the backyard. i enjoyed "raw tripe". what

deer diary, i decided it was time to try new hare. i said to myself "i will try a new haredo. maybe short bangs." however, before i decided to make a permanent change, mather said, try a wig. feel it out. ask others. then decide." ok. wot does everywan think?

deer oma, do you remember this? this was your favrite ringchen baenchen. it was my army, pongo outfit.

this husky dag is worse than the squirrel. he is big photobomber of the other dag.

beauty is everywair. you can see it in a blue sky, a red brik, a batterfly. you can see beauty in a lavely folded bend of the arm. in a delicately folded over paw. you can see beauty in a halo of course, white hair. beauty is inside our eyes. it is in the colour, in the pupil, in the eyelash. it is in a mottled nose calour. it is big, bold frekles. it is everywair.

this is a pampkin petch. this is wair mine pampkind comes from. we must respekt mather nature wair we get foods fram. we must enjoy our foods. our foods give us good helth and we can jump, play, have fun. when you viist nature and a farm you say "we get the pichur". this meens, we understand that nature makes food. the end! that is me ranning thru the petch

march 28 is anivarsary of my causin went to haven. it is nice. we will go see him. i can see into haven so i have seen bow. he is fein. he enjoys himself grately. his stomach feels good and he can eat street food. he can do as he pleases and get pets from apo. he can play with alfee. he laves haven. he sends his lave to mather and oma. he is happy. "at peice".

i climbed a lot in wegas and in colifronia. i felt lake i had strong legs. i felt "fit". at the top, i could see the werld for miles. it made me look at my problems lake they are small. if you look far away at anything, it looks lake it is small. it doesn't matter. it isn't big. if you look the same at your problem, it is a small thing. it doesnt matter if zoey spends so much time with peri and not with me. it doesnt matter that peri has sharp nails and plays too rough. it doesnt matter that i would rather have MINE own duvet instead of just a pillow. it doesnt matter that fother forgets to unleash me while he holding his big, loud keys. it is NOT a big deal if the sun patch is so small in winter. it is a small problem NOT big if i  have to wear a sweater AND a coat.

that is funy! hahahhha.

mather tells me i am both. it must be the truf. i certainly look quite nice in my reindeer swetter. that is true. i am a good boy.

der dairy, i forgot to write about the day i went shopping with nana and mama and we saw dag christmask windows. it is speshul to highlights dags at chirstmask. i felt speshul.

dear lard i sure do seem to enjoy getting a rub and massage and scratch. it feels like haven. i will sometimes pritend i have itchy fleas. then fother will scratch and search and pet and rake and i lave it! shhhh.

this is Pinkie. we enjoy to wair matching sweters and go to the irish bar. sometimes we chase on the Trump field but it is against the law. one day she visited me at home. i was host. i was a grate host. fother helped me put out many treets. we chased a bit. pinky missed her mather and pinky peed on the flor. i said "it's ok. i am a good host. i will not make you feel ashamed. but next time pee on the weewee pad, please." i was gracious. then my mather and pinky mather came home and said "we had the best night. we loffed and loffed at comedy show." then pinky went home. the end!

this chair was MINE. you can see it in my house. then, my fother said "i will put it in MINE room at my dressing room and mankee cannot sit it in EVER. i dont believe it is nice to steel. i believe it is robry. i believe you will not go to haven. i would lake my fother to come to haven with me. maybe he will give back my chair. maybe he can explain it? i dont know.

dear lard i do lave bunnys.

mather had me in a handisak bag while she shopped. then she hung me on a pants rack. i am NOT a pair of slax. that is crewl!

after i eat my dinner and i feel my belly is so nice and full, i enjoy very much to play ball and ketch. fother laves it, two. here you can see how good i am to get the ball. sometimes we play frosty duck, sometimes we play bunny, sometimes ball, sometimes duck, sometimes goose. there are many fun games to play and fun toys to play ketch with.

i will visit cowbury. MAYBE. THE end. i am busy. now i must eat peenut butter while mather and fother go out. plus i have to gard MINE house.

This is NOT spring! I am kold.

lost night i frew up. mather says i am a real gent becawse i always get out of mine bed and away from the carpets and frow up on the flor. i went under mather's desk. and splash, it all came out. mather came to look. she saw nothing. why she can't see? she felt bad due to the fact i retched and smacked my mouf around. "poor lil mouse." she said. she gave me gentle pets. but she did NOT cleen up a large pile of mine vomit. all night i slept beside it. i wish i could slep on warm, cool sand instead. with frash oshun air in my nose. in the morning when mather got up, i went to look. still a large pile of vomit. now it had crusty sides on it. mather said "wot is my mouse lookin' at?" she looked. "o no!" "poor mouse!" she cleaned and cleened but it was all dried. now maybe we will have a stain for lafe on teh flor. my poor lil tummy. poor mouse. (me).

i certainly do lave to chew on a bone. this is only plastik but still i enjoy it. i'am not allowed to have plastik but mather and fother also have a problem finding me nice "real" bones. it is a dag's right to have a good chew bone. i lave chewbones and i lave relaxing. lafe is best if you can relax and enjoy a chew and some trees and flours and fish. the end!

dear diary, this is mr. tyson of las vegas. we met him wen we lived there. he is good skateboarder. he is famus. he moved to redondo beech, ca. my lettle brather jeffrey still lives in wegas. it suits him. he has a sunny personality. he doesnt like the oshun. he lakes the sun. i lake both sun and oshun becawse i enjoy fresh fish. thairfour, i lave mexica. and colifronia. just lake my mather and fother and my amo and apo and ninja and menny peeples and dags and kats. the end.

I lake the dag in the Spiderman  snosuite. Maybe we will be frends.

i am shopping the sales. this swetter is hand made in peru under fair trade, nice conditions for knitters. i already have black with scary skull. it looks tuff on me. maybe i should get this becwse it is cowichan style. this dog isn't so good looking but he can't help it. he doesnt have a mowhawk. he doesnt have a small nose. he has a big tongue. he doesnt have a smooth face. he doesnt have long, lean, muskular legs. he doesnt look lake a lavely snoflake. oh well. we can still be kind to him. maybe he is dumb.

I'm enjoying late sleep in. That is Mather wild kotton. Nobody can't touch. That is fother beach sand.  Nobady can't touch. I don't care.

i got stuck with the ninja pad on my back. if i had opposite thums, i cold move it. maybee i need shoulders that move around more, two. should i wish to have opposite thums like mather, fother and such? then i decide, no. i am fein as i am. mather can help me. fother can help me. i can help them too. i take them for walks in the perk. it is healthy for them. we must all lave how we are. we must help and be kind to smaller, older, weaker, dummer. i must be kind to my brathers if i ever see them agin. they are dummer. it is rong that everybady split my family. i miss jaffrey. i mess mikey. they are kind. the end.

these are some werds i enjoy knowing. mather thinks it is all but she is rong. maybe she does NOT reed my blag. yaya (we say this for lila) nana (we say this for fiona) zoey laura papa let's go out ball who's that wait yumyum delicious sit down right here okay let's go good boy mouse monkey ninja (we say this for thanin) amo (we say this for MINE oma) UH UH UH UH UH (that means it is bad) NO!!!!! let's go see

my mather i slike a danser maybe. look. you will see talent and graseful. she told me. i watched her.

sometiems when i stare at the oshun i think about my lafe. i have come from a long way. i used to be homeless. i used to be a "foster child". I used to be abuse. now i go to mexica and i enjoy many creeture comforts. it is almost 5 yeers since i came to live with mather and my papa. the good lard brought us to live togehter threw the miracle of the modern internet "petfinder.com". wen i saw homeless dags in tulum, i felt it isn't fair. the good lard should send them to a happy home with many foods, hotpatch, laundry piles, frosty ducks and ralatives to visit. plus they should have water and frends. we should halp all the dags. now i am a young man and i enjoy lafe very much. tha end! fother drank margreta. i didnt i am "hotdog" wot a little monkey i am