Jake Sez

Musings of Jake the Sprocker

Diary of a Sprocker by Jake Wilson - Age 4½

A blog written mainly in Sprockerish or sometimes translated into English

Saturday 3rd October 2015 - In the original Sprockish

Hello Sprockets Jake here.

Well I has da treat on Sunday. Da Hoominz takez me to Davey Downz, my second favourite place to play. It haz da long grass, da sticky willies, da thistlez for jewellery a river for swimz and a pond for diving. I lovez it all da piccies iz of me haz loadz of funz. When I doez me Tom Daley impressionz and divez in da pond I gotz an audience of Hoominz and Hoopuppiez who wanted to know what sotz of dog I waz as dey waz well impressed. I fink I made da Hoominz proud coz I letz dem stroke me even da Hoopuppiez.

What not so good waz da de-burring and shower I had later when we got home. On da plus sidez Hoomum givez me loadz of cuddlez when I iz clean and nice smelling’ about double the normal cuddle quota.

Diz week I givez Hoomum a bit of da scare. When we left workz on Wednesday I waz walk all funny and keep falling to ground. She saw a thorn which she gotz outz, but dat not it. So she takez me home wiv da worried face.

She not knowz I gotz da good thistle headz in my legz fur and I sat on dem. Dis stuck me tail to me leg so every timez I walk I waz pull my own tail. IT WAZ HURTZ a lot. It tookz Hoomum 20 minutez to pick dem out, I glad Hoodad waz away coz he not patient and would have chop it out an leavez me wiv da bald bumz.

On da good newz work not start yet on da Jakie bathroom so I getz to keep da stank a bit longer, for now anywayz.

I fink I haz gone full time worker coz for da second Friday in a row I had to go to work wiv da Hoomum so no Duvet day for Jakie.

Butz I getz big tretz last night we had pizza and two typez of chicken, it waz lush and da best bit waz Baby da catz waz out trying to find somefink to go Freddie Kruger on. She waz not happy whenz she comez in coz she fink I scoffed it all. I just about to gloatz and say dey luvz me more when I realise Hoodad had save her some. I guess dey luvz us equalz. Boy oh Boy dat little cat can scoff da chicken.

Ballfrow waz well foggy it waz Jakie in da mist not gorrillaz in da mist, well if you ignore Hoodad being there that iz.

I waz all hound of da Baskerville and scarez all da black crowz az dey not see me creepz up in da fog. (Hoodad here I think it was his early morning sprocker breath that scared then off, it was making my eyes water and after all the chicken poopie scooping waz very ripe, both him and the cat, I am just glad Hoomum is toilet trained.)

Datz all Sprockets

Sprock on Puppiez Luvz Jake xx

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