Moonkey's Lafe

Todate Marty's mam sed "He (I, Bottun.) is a rock star", as Marty followed me arownd. It is troo. I am vairy popular and menny dags follow me arownd.

I think we ken all agree: Q-tip is grate. I happen to have a bit of a thing for this delightfull beast whom ken ignore or say hi depending on his mood. Wan you look at Q-tip you think: "I'd lake to be his frand 100%."

Sad. I had wance been vairy tiny with closed eyes. I had lived with MINE mam and MINE brathers and sisters. I had felt lake happy and good. I had dog piled on everybady and felt warm. MINE mam had given me menny drinks of milk and felt happy near me. I had felt safe and grate neer hern. Then, I had been ripped away. I couldn't not never see mine mam agin. I felt a GRATE BIG HOLE in mine hart. She had been mine best mam ever. I misst her smell lake milk and frito lays paws. I misst hern care for me. Mine good lafe was over and never the same. Beforn too long I had found myself wandering tha meen streets neer Filladelfia in January. A man had put a wire choker on mine throat attached to a long pole. I felt I wuld die to death fram FEAR. Then it got worst. I had a tarrible both. I felt I wuld miss mine brith mam forn lafe and it is still tru. Happy. Now I have gotten mine human mam whom is tha gratest. She carries me under the umbrella to the scaffolding wan it reins. She gives me n

I still won't not blag and you'd be smert to not bother me.

I don't not lake to blag todate. I don't not lake to blag todate. I don't not lake to blag todate. I don't not lake to blag todate. I don't not lake to blag todate. I don't not lake to blag todate. I don't not lake to blag todate. I don't not lake to blag todate. I don't not lake to blag todate. I don't not lake to blag todate. I don't not lake to blag todate. I don't not lake to blag todate. I don't not lake to blag todate. I don't not lake to blag todate. I don't not lake to blag todate. I don't not lake to blag todate.