Yesterday I bisited my doctor for my Presidential check-up.  The secret service swept the area and made sure eberyfing was safe – they had to clear out a few shady looking characters in the front office.  I fink they got so focused on that, they forgot to warm up the stethoscope!  I lub Dr. Peth, she takes good care ob me and I’m feeling pretty good for a old guy.  I had a few sneezes so she gab me some medisin, but it’s not in my lungs, so dats berry good.

Make sure you get your check ups too – it’s important to stay healffy!  And don’t forget to hab a balanced diet.  A donut in each hand.

If you are in the LA/OC area, go to Arbor Animal Hospital, tell ’em Fibbs sent yoo.





Dad, stop kissin’ on me!  People are looking…

My friends Molly and Ena sent me a package and I was so excited when I saw it was a donut!! Then I tasted it, and it tasted awful kind of like you would imagine a squishy worm would taste. Then secret serbice read the note and said it was an ormnament for our tree.  That makes more sense now.  A donut to look at foreber and remind me I need some donuts.


 
 

Dad, gib me a boost so I can put on the tree…



Fanks ladies!! Come bisit me again soon.   xo  P.S. Dis Fibbs

Dr. Kebin came to bisit me today.  He got past secret serbice pretty easily because he had donuts.  He got to take a picture wiff me because they were Randy’s Donuts, and eberybody knows those are the best kind.

“Good Morning Mr. President, sir… I am reporting for duty.  What do you need done today? Shall I clean your hats? Wash your cage bars? Help you execute an executib order?  Whateber you need Mr. President.”   P.S. Dis Chummy (aka Hilton)

I lub sharing breakfast wiff my mom. We are habbing wice krispies.  


Oh noes…it’s all gone!  I’m still hungry.

Dis President Fibbs Frost here. Back in the studio. I was going to hang up my forecasting days, but Hurricame Irma heading toward Florida is berry serious.  (My mom had a great aunt named Erma, but she spelled it wiff an “E”). Anyhow, big timey winds and lots ob rain  are going to happen. Floods, destruction, dogs and cats libbing together, mass hysteria…real wrath ob God type stuff. Head to safety, and bring all your animals, loved ones and donuts wiff you!  This is not a drill. No matter where you lib, be safe out there and take good care ob each other.

Back to you Biff out in the streets on the Island where Irma is now, where I see you are now standing in four feet ob water and starting to float away… Biff?!?!

(Help animals effected by the hurricames Harbey and Irma wiff a set ob our pins:  CLICK HERE)