Diary of a Sprocker by Jake Wilson - Age 4½
A blog written mainly in Sprockerish or sometimes translated into English
Saturday 10th October 2015 - In the original Sprockish
Hello Sprockets Jake here.
This week was a normal week until Thursday when Hooboss Will turns up at me house wiv Hooworkmate Paul and dey starts to dig up da patio. I guess dat meanz da “keep Jakie clean room” is on itz way. I iz not Happy and plan to getz stanky at ecery opportunity I canz.
When I getz home from workz I not allowz in da garden, not even for pee pee. I iz haz so many walkz to pee I iz well puffed out.
Pic 1 and 2 iz me wiv my friend Peggy and her Hoomum, Hooauntie Joan. It da first time we have been close enough to get a picture. Peggy iz a well pretty puppy don’t you fink?
Friday was no better, Duvet day waz interruptz again wiv lotz of Hoomen in my garden and I still notz allowed back in da garden Pic 3. Still it not all bad me and Baby da Catz gotz Chicken Dipperz as a treatz which makes us happy.
Today iz Hoodadz birthday, I fink it iz about 357 (Hoodad here I think Jake is counting in dog years) , me Baby da catz and Hoomum gotz him nice cardz and two bottlez of special grape juice coz we knowz he likez it. But imagine my surprise when at 02:00 he appears in da Friday go to work clothes on a Saturday an in da middle of da night. I knew somfink up when he go to bed earliez and not have any beer. Hoomum sleepsz on da sofa so as no to wakez him so we quickly givez him da pressiez while he drink da hot brown go Juice den he waz off to work.
I check da day and da time it was Saturday and it was in da middle of da night. So I waz finking no ball frow today. I also noticez da digger iz in front of da garage so no access to da sexy black ball frow anyway.
Hoomum whent up da stairz and Baby da cat waz so shocked at da Hoodad go to work she follow Hoomum and keep ask “ Where da fatman gone?, Where da fatman gone?” all da while tapping poor tired Hoomum on da head. Hoomum got fedz up and chucks da Catz outside. Den she fall asleepz on my sofa. Why iz it I no allowez to go to da Hoominz sleep room but dey can come to mine?
Well Baby da cat not happy at being outside and she went well Freddie Kruger on da new cement, pic 4,5 and 6 now youz see why I no mess wiv her she is well scary!!!!!!!
I waz have da nice sleep and dreamz of mud, tennis ballz and treatz when da Hoodad arrivez back home and it not even begin to get light yet. He go up stairz an I fink he will be a sleepz well quick but no he comez down in dog walking gear and off we go. We waz on da usual ballfrow route, but I knowz da ballfrow iz in da garage, so I iz suspicious. We arrivez at da Crooked Billet park and I am freed from da figure of hate.
I lookz at Hoodad an outz of hiz pocket he pullz new tennis ballz on stringz out “I IZ GETZ DA BALLFROW AFTERZ ALL”. Dey not as good as da ballfrow but havez da string mean I can twirlz dem about which waz fun.
But it waz tiring as dey not go as far I had many more chasez to do. Da last pics iz me takez a breever and da final one iz me now.
Have a greatz Saturday Sprockets and always remember to Sprock on Puppiez Luvz Jake xx
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