The Laydull

My big sister Bailey (I never met Bailey in person coz shez in doggie hevun) used to write letturs she called Daily Baileys to Mom and Dad while they were on buziness tripz. They are valuable diaries for me and her friendz and they ofton warn me of thingz to WATCH OUT for—like Beff!

So thiz is what Bailey sed about Beff:

Mom. Ant Barb taken me to the doktur to have my wellnezz xam as you know. You know I am not one to complane, but that girl Beff followed me around wif a laydull to get some pee. I doant even want to know what she wanted wif it. We gone outside and me and Ant Barb waz walking around as uzual and I seen Beff out of the korner of my eye wif the laydull in her hand. Then I decide immediately to take a pee and befour I no it, thar iz Beff wif the laydull under my privatez. Of course I cannot stop onze I am in midstreem as it were, so I had to finish. Then I seen Beff taken the laydull back to the Dokturz and frankly I waz so mortafied that I insisted we leeve. All I can say iz, Mom—Doant ever have dinnur at Beff’s house!