Helpin Aminal Foks in Trubbl!!!

Musashi Sez:

As yu migt noe, ther wuz an earftqwayk on this littul iyland calld Hayti las week, an lotsa peeplz now dozn’t got homz. Som of theez peeplz is hoomin peeplz an som is kittee an doggee peeplz. So I tells yu what the Innernashunl Federayshun of Aminal Welfayr is doin down ther. I got this from their website, http://www.ifaw.org. Send them monee lik mom did.

Haiti Emergency Relief Response

IFAW is mounting an emergency animal relief mission in response to the devastating earthquake in Haiti. We’re partnering with WSPA (World Society for the Protection of Animals) to lead animal welfare groups in a coordinated response called the Animal Relief Coalition of Haiti.

Haiti’s capital of Port-au-Prince has been decimated, and many people have perished and been seriously injured. Many animals are also suffering, so our team is in the Dominican Republican preparing a mobile veterinary clinic.

We need to stock our mobile clinic with medicine, syringes, bandages, food, and other supplies. Once the human relief efforts have taken hold and security is in place – and depending on the needs we find on the ground, our team will deploy and begin their lifesaving work.

Whut the Werd “Pet” Meenz

Musashi Sez:

My ol frend Karli caym bak to liv wift us an she brogt her “pet” hampstr, whu’z naym is Gyro. I lukt up Gyro on the Guugl an it is a kinda samwich, but she dozn’t luk lik a samwich. She luk like a whit moussee wift other colrz on her. She has her own fansee plastik manshun that she liv in. I kin watch her all dae if Karli let me. Mostlee she (Karli, I meen) dozn’t let me.

Aneewae, I asksd Mom whut “pet” meen, an she sed it meen “companyun aminal.” So I aksd her if she wuz my pet and she got a funnee luk on an sed, “Sorta.”

Huh. Yu’d thingk she’d noe by now. We ben livin togethr fer lik a yeer an a haf, an that’s ferevr. But I gess she’s a littul sloe.

Anothr Christmus Car’l

Musashi Sez:

Well! If yu thogt a doggee Car’l wuz egsytin, whut I got fer yu todae is eevn bettrer: This 1 is a song yu thingk yu knoes, jus lik that las 1, but is diffrunt. Part of that is the havin lostid the notbook wift the orijinul leeriks. The corus is historikul, but I hadsd to mayk up the versiz agen.

Jingul ballz, jingul ballz,
Playin wift mai toyz!
O, whut fun it is to play
wift the onez that mayk som noiz! Hey!

Playin wift mai toyz
Maykin mousseez run,
Pounsin on mai mom
An the ottrman!

I chays the ball-wift-bell.
It alwaez gets awae!
An so I chays my Mom-Sue’z toez,
I kin do that all dae! Hey!

(repeet corus heer, wift gusto)

Mom keep sayin that the old verzhun was betterer, but sins we kan't find that notbook, it not happenin this yeer. Mebbe nex yeer. This wud be somthin fer yu all to look forerd to. Merry Krismus, Happee Noo Yeer, an Happy E-Pifannee!

Luv,
MUSASHI

Isn't Done Yet!

Musashi Sez:

OK! So I gots that last Christmus car'l from mai Onkul Ben, whu is a doggee (profeshunallee!) But I also has som from mai own egsperyens as a kittee. But mai mom has ben havin a hard tim findin her notbook wher we wrotid them down. So yu has to be payshunt. Mom sez this is a vertchoo.

But in the meentim, if yu has a fayvrit hoomin peeples car'l that yu wud lik to noe about how it caym frum the orijinul aminal car'l, yu jus let me noe, an I will resertch it fer yu.

Cuz that's the kinda gy I am.

Christmus Carulz I Promisst

Musashi Sez:

So I told yu gyz las yeer that I wud com up wift som nu Christmus Carulz, and tho I had intended to mayk up mai own, mai Onkul Ben gayv me 1 I had not herd befor. So heer it is:

Good King Where’s-My-Sausage went
Out on Christmas Even.
All the folks were eating then,
So nobody seen him,
Exceptin fer his loyal doggee
Whu brogt him a flashligt:
Cuz the King, he gots lostid
When ther wuz a dark night.

“Hither, Doggee, stand by me,
If thou knowest, tell me.
Yonder amnalz, whu they be?
Wher an whut their dwellin?”
“Sire, they live a good league hence,
Tho’ runnin’ helter-skelter!
Akshullee they liv nearby,
At St. Agnes Shelter.”

“Bring me kibble, bring me trout,
Bring me pine longs hither.
Thou and I will see them dine
When we bear them thither.”
Dog and monarch forth they went,
Forth they went together,
Through the rude wind’s wild lament
And the bitter weather.

“Sire, the night is darker
And the wind blows stronger.
Fails my hear, I know not how;
I can go no longer!”
“Mark my footsteps, my good dog,
Tread thou in them boldly.
Thou shall find the winter’s rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly.”

In his master’s steps he trod
Where the snow lay dinted.
Heat was in the very sod
Wher the saint had printed.
Therefore, Christian species all.
Wealth or rank possessing:
Ye who shall now bless the poor
Shall yerselves find blessing.

Footbol Player, or Mebbe Checkrz

Musashi Sez:

Wull, I alreddee thogtid about becoming a fhyzikul therapist, but mai mom wuz playin wift her funnee rubbr cord thing that halp her bild her week musls, an it mayk me want to play wift stuff lik that. She gots it from her fhyziku thrapist, but I figgrz ther probabul lotsa foks whu yooz toolz lik that fer getting strongr. Lik footbol playrz. I figgrz that all thoz big gyz ar jus reellee overfed an they not strong untl they akshul werk wift toolz lik the reellee cool red rubbr thingee. It stretchiz a whol lot. I liks watchin it. Mom sez it keep her sholdrz frum getting outa hand.

Aneewae, if I wuz a footbol playr, I cud play wift it a lot. Mom remynz me tho, that I wud also hav to carree a footbol an run at saym time. How I suppozd to do that? I has to run on my feets! All of them. An a footbol is almos as big as I am.

So mebbe I shud be a perfeshunul Checkrz playr. This migt be somthin to considr…

Mor Career Conversayshunz

Musashi Sez:

So now I’z thinking I’z goin to be a fhilosofhr kittee. This meens I spenz tim thingkin about Deep Stuff whil I’m lookin out windo. I fggrz out meenin of lif, mebbe, or whut is byootee or trooth or lik that.

Mom is not so pleezd. She sez, “Huh, them westrn fhilosofhrz is alwaes jus talkin about talkin about thinkin about thinkin. Whu goin to pae yu to do that?”

I sez, “I’l be a perfessr, lik yu!”

“Huh. Yu goin to grayd payprs?”

“Shur, it not hard. Yu sits on bed wift a crayon an grumbulz about bad spellin an sloppee thingkin an evr wuns in a whil, yu shouts Hollerlooya! I cud do that.”

“Yu goin to lektchur?” she aksks.

“Shur. Of cors. Whut is lektchur?”

“It meen standin in frunt of bord an talking about stuff, an then remyndin them stoodints that they shud hav written it down.”

“Oh, yah. I cud do that. I eevn gots mai ferst synmint.”

“Assignment?”

“Yah. I mayks them go to lyburree in payrz. Stoodint A climbs on taybul an tayks nap. Stoodint B sits neer an tayks nots about how evrboddee els reackt. It show them how yu kin chooz the Gud Lif, a Lif ful of meenin, but othr foks, espeshul hoomin typs, isn’t goin to unnerstan. They needz to get perpayrd fer that.”

“Huh. Yu migt be betterer at this than I thogt….”