Hey, daddy, wid yi get us a dug? A big broon alsatian? Ur a wee white pug, Ur a skinny wee terrier ur a big fat bull. Aw, daddy. Get us a dug. Wull ye?
N whose dug’ll it be when it durties the flerr? and pees’n the carpet, and messes the sterr? It’s me ur yur mammy’ll be taen fur a mug. Away oot an play. Yur no needin a dug.
Bit, daddy! Thur gien thum away doon therr at the RSPCA. Yu’ll get wan fur nothing so ye wull. Aw, daddy. Get us a dug. Wull ye?
Dae ye hear im? Oan aboot dugs again? Ah hink that yin’s goat dugsn the brain. Ah know whit ye’ll get; a skiten the lug if ah hear any merr aboot this bliddy dug.
Bit, daddy, it widnae be dear tae keep N ah’d make it a basket fur it tae sleep N ah’d take it fur runs away orr the hull. Aw, daddy. Get us a dug. Wull ye?
Ah don’t hink thur’s ever been emdy like you. Ye could wheedle the twist oot a flaming coarkscrew. Noo get doon aff mah neck. Ah don’t want a hug. Awright. That’s anuff. Ah’ll get ye a dug.
