Puppy or Foal? You decide

Yarrrrr...

I'm four months old today. Yarrrr. I be a real pirate now. I be missin' me front teeth - four of 'em. I look more fierce than evarrrrrr now. The Captain says I be real cranky lately - she'd be crotchety too if her teeth were a-burstin'. I be spendin' a lot of time chewin' on me treasures and taking the noses off me stuffies. Yarr. Anythin' to keep me gums from achin'. I've been gettin' into more trouble lately even if the First Mate's the one causin' the trouble... I got into the shower with the Captain a few days ago - it was a tight spot, no more than three by three, but I lay meself down on the drain n' took a piratey bath that way. She said she was not laughin' at me, but at somethin' else. Me, I'm not so sure she be tellin' the truth. She also scrubbed the dishwasher drippin's out of me coat. I was savin' those for later! Dang!

The crew had a good time ringin' in the new year - the Captain's Orphans came o'er for some song n' grog. We broke out the best special hardtack n' the rest of us got the same swill she feeds us salty dogs the rest o' the time. Gypped! The Captain has this thing about orphans. Me too. It's a Pirate thing*.

So bring on the wenches, pass the grog (will that make me achin' gums better?)

Time for me to be a-plottin' me next attack. I be takin' charge of some of the deck duties today n' so once Auntie Em arrives I'll be a-workin' a while. Better try n' eat the First Mate while I can. Perhaps I'll chew some paper towel rolls, too, while I'm at it.

Happy Sailin's.

~Pirate *ref.: Pirates of Penzance ;)