Ever night after dinner Momma says, come here, Georgie, let's take some fun pictures. And then she makes me looks reedickilous, and she giggles on me; but a least I gets liver snaps when she bees done. 'Cept tonight she tried to tricker me with plain ole kibbles acause we runned outta liver snaps. Which, I isn't takin' no foolish pictures for no kibbles; and I tole Momma that. Now we bees in a crackerjack of a fight, and Momma leaved here in a big dusty puff. Prawly I hopes she better be gettin' me liver snaps. You shoulda seed what she beed spectin' me to wear tonight.