Eet Vas NOT My Fault!

Ee 'ave been arguing vit Clifford The Little Red Dachshund for 'ours now. 'E tinks te eartquake last night vas my fault. Ee said eet vas not, but 'e ees not satisfied vit my answer. Een my defense Ee vill zay tat Ee vas 'aving dinner een te backyard (Ee am grounded remember, Ee am not permitted out vitout a chaperone) vhen te eart began to shake. Ee tought at first "Wow, Ee must be very 'ungry to make te eart shake" ten Ee tought vhen eet did not stop "Te lightrail ees getting out of 'and zomebody should complain to MUNI." Ten Ee heard Clifford shouting at me "Knock it off you menace of a dinosaur I'm begging for dinner and you're interupting me!" Ee shouted back "Lousy dog! Eet ees not me!" Vinnie te tasty looking beagle next door shouted "Maurice, don't make me come over there!" "Eet ees not me!" Ee shouted and ten eet stopped.

Yoo'd tink Vinnie vould have stopped yelling, but no. Eet vas Maurice yoo menace tis, Maurice tat, Maurice yoo are bringing property values down and etc. Ee vould happily move back eento te park, but Ee can not. Grrr...Vinnie...Ee keep picturing 'im as meatloaf... Clifford vould not believe me eiter, even tough Zamanta zaid eet vas not my fault...tis time (tere vas tat tsunami incident at te dinosaur family reunion a couple of Christmases ago). Zo Clifford took back 'is dog bed I "borrowed" and gave me a towel instead. Ee told tem eet vas probably Godzilla, but te dogs did not believe me. Ee did get a sugar free mango peach slurpie tough. Eet made everyone feel better, except Zamanta vho ees now trying to train Clifford to stand een a doorvay vhen te eart shakes. Ee told 'er 'e von't do eet, 'e doesn't even comprend te vord "toy" en English. She ees just going to 'ave to learn better Dachshund Ee tink.