So Daddy was gone on some big boat all last week. He came back, talking loudly and making no sense. He'd try all these accents and then call me some name. First it was Pirate Talk and he called me "Argh, Ye Curvy Dog."
Next it was Sailor Talk and he called me "Land Blubber."
Then he said some stuff in what he called Papiamento, the language of the Dutch Ant Hillies. It made NO SENSE as he called me "Dushi," which he said meant "Sweet." Whatever, he kept giving me treats everytime he said it so I was OK with it.
