Moonkey's Lafe

You had locked me fram any foods You had preferred TV over me Then we had nested together wan night And felt tha wurld stopped As we lay still In tha night lake gud frands

We had stood in tha breeze By tha river In Bownest And felt "that air feels grate in ourn hares" "tha river is grate to look at" We had felt lake one mind, one hart.

UPDATE: HIS NAME IS BARE AND HE IS BACK ON THA RANCH. HIS PEEPLES WENT LOOKING AND THE FISHERS GAVE HIM BACK. I WULD LAKE MINE LEESH PLEESE. Todate I had gone to Kananaskis NOT Banff. Then MINE ant had sed "Thair is wan dag running onto tha road. Let's git him." We had stopped and given him wan fram mine stella & chewy and putten mine leesh on him. Then we had putten him in tha car. He is so grate big that mam had to walk. No room in tha car. We drove to tha nearest ranch and asked if he is escaped fram thair. No. He hadn't not. Tha man sed "I would lake that dag but tomorrow I am going back to Meksiko wairever I live. I lake that dag." Then we had asked a couple whom were fishing if they had lost wan dag. This dag had been: frendly, happy, calm but had not enjoyed running on the highway. We had thot "We ken find a vet maybe but we were in tha mountains." The fisher couple sed "He is not ours but we will take care of him. We will fin

Mam sed I should be called "Comey" now. Camper will be called "James". Tha End!

fram me, i Buttoon. Deerly Lady Juneen, I ken wisht you a grate date, a grate month and...have a grate lafe. Here is summer brithdate pome: Wan June Date Lake a soft fethery touch reeching out Fram a hot angel in tha sun You are chosened to be a hot June Babby Lake a warm hand Holding tight to menny peeces squeezing yourn boddy You feel hugged by a June sun Lake a beem of sun Baking me out back of yourn home You are basking in yourn glory of yourn speshul date. Lave, Buuton

Mam keeps playing with hern photo app.