Yesterday's scores:
HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!Well, weev hit our winnin combinayshun ov bloo pants, jeans, sox, T-shirts, hair skrunchees an jumpers in the Don't Mok The Bear Club. Thank yu to evrywun hoo took part yestaday- yor serpport ment that Gillingham got their ferst win ov the season! WA-HEYYYY!!!!!!!
We won 2-1 agenst Wallsall (full nayme: Warts-an-all Scum City).
Me an Daddy went to wotch. At wun poynt, the ball was kikt so hard it flew over the seats where we were an I neerly cort it- I lept up an manidged to brush my paw agenst it, but cuddent kwite get a grip, coz ov the size-ov-football v. size-ov-paw rayshio. But hey, I tutcht it!
Ooo.... jus had a thort: maybe it waz me tutchin the ball that mayde us win. Yes. That's it. I had to tutch the ball an transfer all yor bloo-wearin serpport to it for it to hav a proper effect. Hmmm. I shall hav to try to werk owt a way to tutch it evry match from now on. It cud get trikky. Speshally if it's muddy. I mean, I'm loyal, but I don't want a barth.
I hope yu hav all had yor sellybraytory banarnanas. Heers me havin mine. As yu can see, I opt fer the sweet banarnana. It's the paw-size faktor agen:
hehee.... I got the shuga all over me!
The rest ov my time away waz good, too. In fakt, it was so good at Granny's that Grayum desydid he wontid to stay there a bit longer. So he hid wile we pakt to come home. We dident realize that he waz missin till we'd hit the roade. I rang Granny immeedietly from the car, an Grayum arnserd her fone. He sed he wantid to stay there for a cuppol ov weeks to frolick wiv Granny's Bear legion. Onnistly. I think he gets a tad abuv his stayshun sumtimes.
On Friday we went to Howletts Animal Park. We sor lots ov anmols, incloodin this fella:
...... hoo looks uncannilly like my Grayte Uncol Norbert.
I'll post mor foto's over the next few days.
Daddy's off to Ireland tomorro, so we boys will be much fewer on the grownd rownd heer.... In fakt, exsept fer Chewsday, wen the Windowsill-Bear-Familee come down off the windowsill an mayke it 3 all, there's gonna be just me agenst 2 gerls (Mummy an Dilly). Oh good gawd. I hope they don't go on abowt eny ov that pikkin yer stuff up off the flor nonsense, or maykin the playse smell ov flowers. I may hav to arsk Daddy fer a few pairs ov his yewsd soks to scatter rownd the playse. Oh hold on.... he alreddy has....
Bye fer now!