text_original: "That horrid bulldog wouldn't let me come into the house! No matter what door I tried, there he was, just foamin' mad. I let him stay till nearly night, and then went and spoke kind to him; but it was no good. He'd got an awful spite ag'in me.
text_transcription: THAT HARD BULLDOG WOULDN'T LET ME COME INTO THE HOUSE NO MATTER WHAT DOOR I TRIED THERE HE WAS JUST FOAMING MAD I LET HIM STAY TILL NEARLY NIGHT AND THEN WENT AND SPOKE KIND TO HIM BUT IT WAS NO GOOD HE'D GOT AN AWFUL SPITE AGIN ME
phonemes: "ðæt hˈɔːɹɪd bˈʊldɑːɡ wˈʊdənt lˈɛt mˌiː kˈʌm ˌɪntʊ ðə hˈaʊs! nˈoʊ mˈæɾɚ wʌt dˈɔːɹ aɪ tɹˈaɪd, ðˈɛɹ hiː wʌz, dʒˈʌst fˈoʊmɪn mˈæd. aɪ lˈɛt hˌɪm stˈeɪ tˈɪl nˌɪɹli nˈaɪt, ænd ðˈɛn wɛnt ænd spˈoʊk kˈaɪnd tə hˌɪm; bˌʌt ɪt wʌz nˈoʊ ɡˈʊd. hiːd ɡɑːt ɐn ˈɔːfəl spˈaɪt ˈæɡɪn mˌiː.