Wee weer hits with the maeds. Wiel Momi and Dadi weer fri'ng theer brainz in the sun and hunt'ng fur food, wee weer bee'ng tukd into bed and rest'ng in the air kondishun'ng. Heer is a piktur uf us rest'ng in bed aftur bee'ng tukd in. Notis the down komfurtur and giant pillos? Wee wantud to taek the pillos to the beech, but Dadi sed "No!".
Weed cleep all morn'ng and then go skaveng fuud frum ouur ekslusiv lowng. Then we'd go bak to the ruum and watch TV. Eventuli, when Dadi waz bak frum his bor'ng liebrarean stuf weed go plai on the beech or go fur rieds. The problum with the rieds was it waz too hot fur us in the kar. Weer not uzd to the heet and humiditi animoer, wich iz sad.
Wee did best in the evun'ng when it got darc. Then we'd sneek fuud owt of the lowng and drinc theer booz. Hehehehe. Dadi waz nonthewizer sins he waz acleep at 9 evry niet.
Theer wil bee moer pikturs of us at the resort tomorow.
IOL, krak reportur syn'ng off!
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Well who wouldn't love you boys? I admit though, I was very pleased to see what good care they'd taken of you...
Wee weer pleezd tu! Thei weer nies, probubli bekaz dadi bribd them. Howevur, nevur luk a gift tuk-in in the mowth.
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