[Belle Noir]

The full Pixie to Human translation goes like this...

Today I went to the VET!
I LOVE going to the VET! It has many new THINGS to sniff and the people there LOVE me cause I am SUPER PIXIE the cutest puppy in the world.
And there are doggies there but they too big for me to play with.

I met the NEW vet!
The last time I went to the vet it was a LADY vet and she smelled good and I licked licked licked licked her, but she didn't taste good. I didn't stop licking her because she liked it when I licked her and laughed and laughed.

I had a MAN vet this time. He didn't smell as good as the lady vet. But he tickle tickle tickle my belly and made sure my knees worked right.
And THEN he said he's gonna give me RABIES!!!
YAY!!!
I LIKE when people gives me STUFF!!!
And there was BIIIIG white fluffy doggie, and he had a TAIL!!! And it CURLED AAAAAALLLL the way over his back, and he could have ATE ME!!! But he was a nice doggie and licked me and I fell over.

And I am getting BIG!! I weigh 1 pound and 15 ounces. I don't know what that means. My Mommy says that means IO got BIGGER!!! YAY!!!! I got 14 ounces bigger. But I don't know what ounces are, but Mommy knows and that's OK.

And there were SNOOPY DOGGIES. I don't know what a snoopy doggy is. My mom told the little human that went with us to the vet. They have DROOPY ears and sniffy noses and they are BIG TOO!!!

And there was a CAT!! I LIKE CATS!! They run and I chase them and then they CHEAT and goes up the steps. I don't know how to go up the steps when we're at Grandmom's but I am a BIG GIRL now and I can go up the steps now and now the cats can't go up the steps and cheat.
(what she means is when she was at Grandmom's she didn't know how to go up stairs, and once she came home she learned so now she can go up stairs)
And they like to BAP me. I'm not a bad girl. They don't have to bap me. But Mommy says cats rule and it's their job to bap doggies. So that's OK.

And the cat looked like Auntie's cat named SMOKIE cause she looks like SMOKE and is all grey and smokey looking. But this wasn't a cat to play with. She was in a cage and she cried and cried and I wanted to go and kiss her and say it's OK. The vets are good and they give you stuff.

And then it was time to get my RABIES!!!
So the nice lady that I saw the other time I was at the vet comes and she picked me up and I lick lick lick cause she smelled nice, and she held me, and

And...

And now I know why the cat was crying.
The vet STUCK ME IN THE BUTTOCKS!!! And it hurted and I cried and cried and cried and it hurted.
I don't like getting rabies and I don't want rabies any more, EVER!
My buttocks are hurting and I'm sad cause I got rabies.
My Mommy acted like nothing even happened. I don't think that people know that rabies isn't fun to get, because they petted me and told me I was a good girl. And my Mommy didn't even get mad that the vet stuck me in the buttocks and gave me rabies and it made me cry because it hurt.

So I came home and went to sleep because my buttocks hurt and I didn't want to play any more.
And my Mommy said when I got up I could tell all the doggies here that getting rabies isn't fun at all and don't let them give you rabies because it makes your buttocks hurt.

The first picture is me, SUPER PIXIE!! And I'm happy, waiting for my rabies before I found out that rabies isn't nice. The other picture is me, SUPER PIXIE when I came home and went to sleep cause I was tired and my buttocks are hurting.

I still love the vets'. But they better not give me any more rabies or I'm going to nom their toes.


There. That is the best I can do. I have become pretty fluent in Yorkie, as they speak (along with most other creatures) LOL fluently.
Frequent exposure to I can has cheeseburger and Cute Overload have helped hone my translation skills, but some things.. They have no human equivalent.. Like nom.
Nom means to eat or bite, but not like WE do.. Think Cookie Monster on Sesame Street.. That is the best approximate that I can come up with.

I TOLD Pixie to tell me what she wanted to say, and let me type it for her, but she insisted on writing it herself. She wouldn't even let me proof read it until I promised I wouldn't change anything.
What can I say, she guilted me into doing it after the trip to the vet. And what SHE doesn't know is she got TWO shots. Rabies and distemper. She thinks they were both rabies, and I'm not telling her otherwise, or I'll get a lecture about how great her temperament is and why would I want her to have bad temper...
There's just some things you can't explain to a dog.

Oh and the big white fluffy dog was the biggest Samoyed I have ever seen