Cinder wants to keep the Stray she "found"...

Hi, Honey and Lilly
Maybe you should show your Mom the August issue of Dogfancy. There is a great Article on page 62 about doggy fun Beaches and Places in Cape Cod. I know you want to meet Star an Cody to.
Logan, I think it is so great that you get to meet Sandra and her Furkids.
Hope we get to see lots of pictures. :)

Hi All ~ Cinder and Smokey here again ~

Here's an update we posted on another thread today - it explains were we've been (or rather, Not been) lately ~ Ho boy - gotta do a whole bunch of spacing corrections :(

July 18, 2001 12:20 PM

Last Friday GranMom got purdy sicklee (she gotz nee-maoan-ya :( ) so they shipped her off to the Big White Coat's Lab and Dad hadda go to Picksberg fer a "kupla dayz". The regular house we goez to when Dad leaves us wuz gonna be emptee cuz Unka Pat went outta town fer a whole week. So Dad arranged for anudder of his Fire Buds to come uppa our house an take care of us twicet a day or so. We got stuck inna basement cuz we get too rowdee to stay a long time up inna house wiffa Kat...

Ownlee problem wuz Dad furgetz to tell us Tracy is gonna be visitin us atta Ranch. Fiday nite rolls round anna *stranger* busts inna house an opens our door :eek:. Miz Cinders meets the *intruder* atta door an starts aktin like a tack dog. I tried ta tell her that guy looks kind familur an she otta back off a minnit, but she's grabbin his pant skinz an aktin feerooshus. Well, Tracy dint like that so much, so's they had a liddel
deeskusshin an Cinders agreed that OkeeDoKee, Mister Tracy kuld be boss. I jest akted normul an waved my tailbone an wiggeled my butt an jumped up-an-down :). I wuz purdy happie jest ta see *sumbuddie*!

We gotz our kunichies, fresh wadder, and went for an *outie*. Mr. Tracy dint trust Cinners ta run loose, so she hadda stay onna long rope, but I gotz to run round wiffa leash draggin cuz I kept commin rite back whenebber Tracy called my name. After Friday nite we wuz purdy nice ta Mister Tracy an his WifeMate when they comed ta visit wiff us.

G-Mom got a lot better, so Dad comed home on Mundee nite. He wuz a liddel uppyset when he busted us loose cuz tween Tracy's mornin an afternoon visits we gotz a liddel *rowdee* an played tug-a-war wiffa lay-me-down pad :o. Kinda had pad stuffin all ober our korner inna basement.

We all jumped inna trakter kar an rode uppa street ta thank Tracy for takin care of us.
That's when Dad founded out bout Cinners way of greetin Mister Tracy an when we fluffed up our pad . Dad wuz happie cuz Tracy said we wuz reelee purdy *good* an he'd be willin to take care of us ennie time.

Mister Boots, the Kat, akted happie that Dad got back; an we all rasseled round an had a good time when we got back to the Ranch.

Good Newz! :)
GranMom jest got tossed outta the Big Lab an sent back to the Health Center at her Village!

Dad's Sis is gonna visit G-Mom startin tumorrow nite, so Dad might not have to do ennie obernites fer a while. We're not sure iffin it's gonna be klowdee an kool enuff for us FurKIdz ta tag along this weekend. Since we have to spend sum time inna trakter kar
unner the trees, we don't get ta go iffin it's gonna be hot an sunnie.

Dad sez Thankz fer thinkin bout his Mom!! :)

Attention!!!!! :eek:

Cinder, Smokey, Star, Cody, Hannah, Tucker, Daisy, Daisy and Perry, and everyone else....

Our mommy is going through withdrawals, big time!!! She said it makes her so sad that we don't hear from you anymore. She really likes your parents and everything, but really prefers to hear your side of the story.

So, our suggestion is this: When your mom and dad aren't looking, how about sneak over to the puter and leave a little message for us, even if it is short and sweet. Has to be sweet, cause all of you are! :p

And speakin of sweet....we can't have any sweets or anything else good to eat for that matter. We went to see the doctor this week and had to get on the scale again. Even after two months of hardly gettin anything to eat, we still didn't lose any weight. Neither of us did. Here's the count: Lilly weighed 96.6....mom just sighed when she saw that. And today, Honey went to the vet when Butter had his ears checked, and she weighs 72, just the same as in April! Dr. R (who doesn't wear a white coat) said that we have to resort to more drastic measures. Not only do we have to change the food we eat, but we also have to take a pill every single day for a month to help us not want to eat!
:( He told Mom that even though she had tried hard, its so important to get those pounds off that he is going to try a little "boost". And do you know that he said that we don't need nearly as much food as Mom thinks we do? Heck she's only giving us 2 cups a day, each, now. She promised not to cut down on the amount, but did say we had to learn to eat something different called senior food. We're not seniors! We're just little teenage girls...well, not exactly little. Mom says that Lilly has to lose 16 pounds at least, and Honey has to lose 7, and she's not giving up until we do it. Whew! We might need you to sneak us a little treat in the mail or something....Sure hope those pills work.

Anyway, hope we can start talking more often. Mom said her buddy, Sandra, said she missed us all too. So come on, life sure would be easier if Mom was happy. Mom always says that "When Mom is happy, everybody is happy".

Night everyone...hope to hear from you soon.

Love,
Honey and Lilly (who are starving already)

Daisy here. I agree, why haven't we furkids been takin' over the pyooter anymore? We better take back our reign as the furry kings and queens of Pet Talk!

Honey and Lilly, that's horrible! You poor girls. If only I knew how to send stuff in the mail, I'd sneak you down some of my Pupperonis ;)

I have been gettin' spoiled even more than usual lately! I got a lil' bumpy thing on my chest. I feel fine, but Mom's totally freakin' out 'bout it. She's makin' me go to the vets to get it checked out! Grandma tells her it's nothing, and so do I, but you guys know how moms get, worryin' all the time 'bout everythin'! :rolleyes: Oh well, ya gotta love 'em!

Guess what: the neighbors next door got CHICKENS! Chicken is my favoritest food ever! But Mom won't let me eat 'em. She says, "Daisy, look! Nice chicky, nice!" And pets 'em and I get jealous and go sulk. They're lil' and yellow and squeak a lot. I could get rid of one in one gulp but I am pretty sure Mom wouldn't like that too much. The other day she put one right under my nose and it pecked me! I just sniffed its lil' beak, and Mom got all excited and grabbed her black box with the flashin' light... her kamra. She started taking pictures galore of me and the chicky, nose to beak. She got 'em developed and keeps screamin' about how cute they are, and then she gets mad that we don't got no scanner so you Pet Talkers can't see 'em. Oh well. Word has it that Grandpa ordered a digital kamra, so Mom's been real happy 'bout that. As for me, I am not too happy... I foresee a lotta me bein' bugged by Mom while she klicks her kamra at me. She does that enuff as it is! Oh well, beauty is pain.

I got other good news. Mom's friend just got a Basset! Her family loved ME so much (can ya blame 'em?) that they went out and got their own. I haven't met him yet but he is 7 months old and his name is Charlie. Hmmm... a younger man... my boyfriend Moe is gettin' a little worried ;) I dunno what's gonna happen there, but Mom invited him to my birthday party next month. A blind date!!! Hehe.

Well I best be off to bed cuz I'm real tired. I was up real late last night barkin' and howlin' at all the bad stuff outside. Mom kept goin' downstairs and carryin' me up again, but then I'd just hear somethin' outside and go clomping down the stairs! I weigh more than half of Mom so she wasn't too happy. Finally I scared all the bad things away and went back to bed at 3. Another night, free of bad guys and evil animals, thanks to Daisy Mae, Wonder Hound!

Slobbery Kisses,
Daisy

"Hallo! Wie gehts? Ich hiesse Sassy Sara Leigh oder Sara. Und du? Wie heisst du?"

"No Sara. It's not like the telephone...you can't speak. You're gonna hafta type...and quit with the German!"

"I'm a boxer--I come from Germany. I'm a big scary dog with big strong jaws, sinewy muscles, and nerves of steal!"

"No you don't. You came from a local breeder. You're a big HAIRY dog with slobbery jaws and nerves of jello."

*gasp* "I can't believe you just insulted me! Me! Your loyal, faithful, compassionate, trusting--"

"Enough! Just tell the nice people what you wanted to say!"

"OKAY! Quit bugging me. Go away--I'll bark if I need your help...AND NO READING OVER MY EARS...IT DRIVES ME NUTS! Grrrr...

Ok guys, sorry bout that. Sheesh! You know how these humans can be. :rolleyes:

Now then. My name is Sassy Sara Leigh. You may call me Precious Princess Sara----*sigh* Mom just gave me "THE LOOK" so I guess Sara will suffice.

I am a 2 yr old furry-oshush death machine. Uh-oh. Just got the *AHEM* from Mom. That means You'd-better-watch-it-Missy-or-you'll-end-up-in-time-out. Ok, so i'm only a death machine to flowers. Hey can I help it roses taste so good? I prefer the red ones but since I ate it down to a stubb--yes, thorns and all--I'll make do with the pinks. Mmmmmmm...pinks...reminds me of the glad-e-olas that Granmom bought yesterday. Mmmmmm...

Uh-oh! I've gotten drool all over the keyboard. Hope Mom doesn't see this mess! Umm...I'd better go for right now...geez, what a mess I've made...I'll try to write more when I ain't droolin' so bad...oh dear! Hey! There's one of the cats...I can blame it on her or better yet, use her as a mop! HERRREEE KIITTTYYY KITTTTYYYYYYYYY...."

[ August 18, 2001: Message edited by: zippy-kat ]

Hehehe!!

Hey everybody, it's the lean, mean loving machine, Hannah! Yup, I done did it, I lost some poundage. :) Mom just weighed me on the bathroom scale, which might not be the bestest way to do it cause we gots to weigh the both of us. Let's just say I lost about 10% of my body weight and SHE didn't. http://plauder-smilies.com/happy/roflmao.gif Honey and Lilly, I think that you girls are holding back something. You got your girl, Helen, sneaking you a few extra treats, don't you? Come on fess up, you got a source, right? I had a source too...Dad, until Mom got on him about the morning toast and extra krunchies he would give us when he fixed us our meal.

Mom thought I was looking a little more svelte so she done hoisted me up. The real test though will be when she takes me into Dr. B's office and I can step on the doc's scale all by myself. Mom's gotta remember not to put my chain collar on for that trip. Sorry girls, I hate to carry on like this, but really I had some extra motivation seeing as I am trying to get that super handsome athlete, Graham, to be my boyfriend. He's out there with all the performing girls and you just know that their middles don't sway back and forth like mine did. (okay, okay, it still does a little). I've even given up my BONZ for a nighty cookie and now I just get a small Meaty Bone.

Nothing much has been going on here lately which is why I don't take paw to the computer. Tucker did upchuck all over the chair and carpet in mom's office and he had a short stint of *ACCIDENTS* a week ago. Even did a number right in front of Mom and Dad. Oh, did I laugh about that one. Mr Perfect messes up big time. :D

Oh, guess what, Mom found us another Lamby. Remember the little black lamb I had and then I tore its guts out and then it mysteriously disappeared? Well, she found us another one. Godzilla Gorilla keeps getting his stuffing removed and Tucker's Ducker don't quake anymore, but we still got kitty and the dolly. Tucker is such a baby. He likes to play with all the stuffies right before bedtime, but he won't chase the kong outside with me any more. I don't know why, but it doesn't bother me because it just means I get to get it all the time.

Well, I got to go, Mom says I can't spend all day on the computer. I hope we hear from Cinder or the Smoker. They usually gots some good tales to tell. And my sweet little girl Bella, although I have to say I have heard some rather upsetting news about her.....you won't believe this....She likes to take a bath! I know she really tries to be like me, but I just don't think she will ever measure up on the obstinate scale. Oh well, I tried to set an example and that is all I can do.

Oops, I almost forgot to welcome Princess Sara to our little group. You sound like an okay girl to me and your mom sounds just like mine, always got her nose in your business, right? Anyways, I saw your picture too and you are one fine looking girl who knows how to take charge. No fair taking the title Queen of the Couch though, that one is mine. Also Princess of Pillows, and Hannah the Magnificent, which you probably didn't want anyway, huh?

[ August 18, 2001: Message edited by: RachelJ ]

Hannah, Bella here! I am so glad to read that you have been doin' OK. Gettin' on that scale contraption is not a good thing to do around here. When my mom gets on first that sorta sets a bad mood. Then when she gets on with me she is so glad that she doesn't weigh what we both weigh so she's happy again. It's all in how ya look at it I guess.

I am glad that you are makin' yourself all pretty for Graham. That leaves the field wide open for that Tucker guy and me. Ya know, Hannah, you just don't know what a cutie pie you have livin' under your same roof. I just love lookin' at his pictures on your mom's Photopoint albums and thinkin' boy Hannah has all the luck!

Yes, my mom did blab that I like gettin' a bath. Actually I just really like bein' wet. It doesn't matter to me how I get that way either. One time I was running in the yard through that there sprinkler thing that gives the grassies a drink. Well I was havin' the time of my life and then I decided to go run in the part of the yard with no grass and lotsa dirt and stuff. Mom didn't like that. She said I was Yucky! Imagine that! She doesn't like it either when I roll on my back in stuff in the yard. There's just nothin' like rollin' in somethin' that smells all rotten. It's a feelin' I can't explain. Anyways, the worst part about bein' wet is gettin' dry. Bein' a poodle, my mom always thinks I have to be fluffed up after I am wet. That sends her to gettin' out the comb and brush and then we have a "session." I don't really like them at all. It's times like that I really wish I was a Jack Russell or somethin' so I could just skip all the primpin'! The other day she found a knot in my ear hair. I had to sit still til she got that thing out. Big deal! Who cares if I got a knot! It's my knot, isn't it!

Well, Hannah, I am still in awe of you. You are my idol, oh Princess of Pillows, but I just had to 'splain about the bath thing. Gotta stop now so's we can hear from Cinder and Smokey and all my other friends. Wags to you and Tucker!

[ August 18, 2001: Message edited by: Pam ]

Merlin here; Well I think there is something in the air, mom is saying much more of holding the title SOFA SPUD I'm going to need an orange triangle for my bum. Shes even cut back on MY food and Treats (oh my )
Welcome to all those new kids on you'll love to learn the computer.
My story on the poundage is it's just to hot here to move from the fan in the house, I like the snow and rain (mom calls me the snow plow)whatever it's great fun to make the white powdery stuff fly.
Well gtta go see if moms made me steak and kidney pie(canned food with a cracker on it)HAHA
Hope to hear from more of the gang. Merlin

It's me, Hannah again...just wonderin where the Starship is. Staaarrrr we want to know what you and Cody Girl have been doing.

And where are Cinder and Smokey??? :confused:

Hi Cinder and Smoke-Man..This Buddy from
Indy saying howdy to you guys!! Sorry to hear
that your GranMom has been sicklee..My own
GranMom fell & broke a hipbone awhile ago
and had to go to White Coats place too.She's
doing better now.Hope things settle down for
you and your Dad real soon, and your GranMom
get to see you guys on a visit reelee soon.
Bark at sha later. Bud-Man.

Hey Pals, Star here! Boy, have I got stories! Mom helps wif my 'puter punchin so I haf ta wait till things settle down here! Boy! Such goins on wif everything in sight needin fixin and 'parin all at once past few days. Mom says we'll be sendin along a Star Saga real soon! I've been layin low myself dodgin the flyin debris round here. Strange men wif brown belts and shiny toys hangin from their hips all over the place! Talk to you guys reel soon. Mom read me your messages! I have SUCH funny fur pals!! Cinder, Smokster, hope you two are okeeeedokeee!! Love you guys. Star*****

Starshine, you just lay low and watch out for them butt cracks smiling at you.

Hannah

"When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza-pie--that's AMORE!"

Mmmm...pizza.....*drool*

Hey guys, this is Precious Princess Sara once again. Well, I'm in trouble big. Granmom 'scused the flower eating but it seems I'm in deep kitty-cookies over the stupid cat. No, not the one I used as a mop--the other one. The big fluffy one. I just went to give her a kiss but her ear kinda slipped into my mouth and I kinda gave it a real gentle tug. And ya know what the hairball did? She let out a screech! It was only a small tug! I promise!!

Well, Granmom saw the whole incident and did the one-hand-on-hip-the-other-shakin'-a-finger-and-usin'-a-real-mean-voice routine. I layed down and played dead. (And groaned to make it life-like.) I gave her the dead dog stare too. And dead dogs can't hear so I didn't hear a word about "No-more-pulling-Tink's-ears-If-I-ever-catch-you-doing-that-again-you'll-be-sorry!"

Well, Mom was laughin' her head off at the dead-dog act which got Granmom tickled. And it was a good thing that Grandad hollered "BISCUITS!" or I might still be playin' dead. Biscuits are truly miracle workers aren't they?!

A close call but I *think* I dodged the bullet (and claws) this time! The only other problem...a fence went up around all the flowers. It's a small fence but it still keeps my buffet away from me...
Any idears? Please help....Granmom just bought some yellows...MMMMMMm...yellows....*drool*

Hi, ebberbuddie :D ~ SmokeMan onna pawboard ~

Dad finally got our puter hummin along again and he's not goin to skool tanite wiffa Fire Guyz ~ so us FurKids get to Pet Talk! And have I got sum Tails ta tell bout CinderDawg!

Two weeks ago we wuz out for our b'fore bed outie. Miz Cinder is off checkin out the brush pile when she finds a Kat ta play wiff. Looked sorta like our Boots, the Kat, cept it had a longer nosebone, big fluffie tail anna big white stripe down it's back. Cinders is runnin round the pile Grrrrrin! and yappin at her new buddie ~ then alla sudden she jumps back an *yips*; then comes runnin towards the porch. Onna way by, I mention that she kinda **stinks** :eek: purdy bad. She sez the Kat she wuz playin wiff jest up an *pee'd* on her! Dad opens the door an we both bounced in an got our biskitz. Dad's sorta watchin the TV idiot box but falls asleep inna kliner chair. Boots comes over an *sniffs* us then hi-tails it into the baffroom an hides inna fallin wadder clubhouse. I couldn't stand the *stink* either and followed him inta the baffroom. Dad wakes up an starts *sniffin* an askin "What died in here?" :rolleyes: Cinder getz up fron aside the kliner chair an starts *sniffin* along wiff Dad. I soon become the "suspect" cuz I'm huddled inna baffroom wiff my vibrate an shake mode turned on. Dad drags me out inna hall and starts *sniffin* all ober my body. Then he sez "You're OK; CINDER!, COME!" She don't. Dad found her unner the dining room table wiff her *whassa matter?* face on. Wun good *SNIFF* an he hollerz "You been Skunked!!!!"

Whassa Skunk? Cinders gets marched down inna basement for anudder *sniff* test. Dad decided she dint stink enuff for a bath or a nite onna front porch, so she got tied up onna time out wall wiffout the blankie to make all stinky. Me an Dad got the bigbed to ourselfs.

We went to the store an bought sum extra peroxode an bakin soda next day, but Dad had Fire Klass that nite an nebber got round to the Skunk Baff treatment. Cinders spent the next three nites inna basement. Been two weeks now, an she still hasn't had a baff! He still minds her she stinks whenebber she stand inna co-pilots position tween the front seats inna trakter kar or when she snuggles too close onna bigbed. I think he's gettin used to her "ode-de-skunque" perfume! :D Mebbee sum day we'll burn the old brush pile!

Quit jabberin, Big Mouff; Dad might read this an member bout my needin a baff! Cinder, here ~~

Time to ketch up wiffa gossip ~

Honey an Lilly ~ here's how to fix the *poundage* problem: When wun of ya gets on the elevator table wiffa meter thingy inna White Coat's Lab, the udder wun getz unner the table an stands on tippy-toez while they're all watchin the meter. Bound to take off a few extra pounds! Send us yer snail-mail label an we'll try to save sum biskitz fer you two. Cept we onlee get wun when we've dum sumpin reely *good*, an beein the founderz of the NawTeeDawg Klub, them biskitz don't get passed out too very often! :rolleyes:

Miz Daisy ~ Here's annuder wish for a good report on your *bumpy* thing tomorrow. An, Wow! ~ Chikinz! Are the lil peeperz big enuff to chomp on yet? Nice of your neighbor to buy all them chikin dinners for you! Ya otta save a few of em to play wiff, though. We nebber had chikinz to play wiff; jest those big horsey kritterz what live behind the Ranch. An we don't go inna their yard - they *CHASE* us Dawgs an try ta *stomp* on us!! Yikes!!
And how's Moe takin to yer pallin round wiffa that new guy, Charlie? Kareful you don't get a reputashun for beein a two-timer!

Hi, Sara Leigh! Welcum to the Gang! What are "flowerz"? Dad sez we raise big weedz for our yard dekorashunz. Her sez they're easier to take care of! Oh, an that bum rap ya got into when the Tink Kat stuck her earbone in yer mouff ~ that happenz alla time round here. Our dum Boots Kat is always stickin a footpaw or a tailbone where it shouldn't be. SmokeMutt an Me don't even *chomp* an yet he's hollerin fer Dad. The trick is - don't get any slobber onna Kat's furskinz - if the Kat ain't soggy, nuffin happened!

Hey, Tucker Man ~ Did you reely do whut Hannah sez you did!!? Yurk & Gurk inna office an then *axkadentz* inna house!! Hope ya quit that stuff afore you landed inna back yard onna chain! I came purdy close the udder nite when I played wiffa *Skonk*, but messin inna house wuld be awful seereus at our Ranch!

Bella! Are you nutz? You LIKE takin a baff? Wiff soap an rubbin and rinsin? Onlee time I like gettin wet is atta biglake or a stinky mud puddel. An all that brushin an fluffin that alluz follows a reel baff - that jest *sukz*! Then on top of it all, ya loose that distinctive "ode-de-doggie" smell that sets ya off from ebberbuddie else. Gimmie the lake, any time. Dead fish smell jest Great!

Merlin ~ are you annuder *pound puppie*? Too many, that is? Dad keeps pokin Smoke an Me inna ribs (when he kan find em) and then eyeballs the line on our food kup reel close. Whut eber happened to the old fill-er-up routine wiffa food bowls?

And a big HiYa to *Star*Burster* & CodyGirl ~ Whassup wiffa toolbeltz, hammer-bangerz, an fixzit guyz?? Roof blow offa house or sumpin? New bunkroom fer the Dawgz? Treat those fixzerupper folks rite an they should be passin out free biskits and sharin lunch wiff you two. When the dust settles, we need to hear frum youse guyz! Been too long since the *Star*Ship* wuz heard frum!!

Dad sez we bett kount the *smileez* afore we loose everything we've pawed out. Think we're OK there. An Dad asks us to be sure an say Howdee!" to all yer Momz an Dadz from him!!

We'll jabber at y'all again ~ more sooner iffin our puter keeps Purrrin along...

Oh Gosh! We forgot the Sickies! :o

All that mindless jabberin; we furgotz to read Dad's note bout all the Pups an Kats that are feeling poorly and have worried Two-Leggers...

In no special order ~

Hi! and Prayers to Killian, who needs some special help with getting better and eating...

And Prayers for Bourbon's eye problem...

And Prayers for Buddy's busted ligamint...

And Prayers for Miz Daisy that her "bump" is harmless...

And Prayers for the sick Tinker Kat...

And Prayers for Bailey...

And More Prayers for Foxy... and Charlie... and Max... and Hope... and Sheba... and ALL the Katz, Dawgs, an Kritterz that are having a health problem or need a good home...

And let's not forget the "oldsters" in the Gang, like Scrubber... and Clarice... and Gigo that need some extra help as they reach their senior years...

Best Wishes! for full and speedy recoveries and continued good health!

And ask your Hoominz if you can get hold of the puter pawboard and jump in here with the whole Gang and let us all know how you're doing. The more FurKidz we hear from the happier we'll all be! :) :D

Hi everyone! This is Nikki the Boxer!
Sara, I tink yoo should just jump right over that fence too the flowers1 I meen, wee are boxers, arent wee? Wee can jump reel hi! Well, at leest I can! My Mom tinks she can lock mee in the kitchin with a 4 foot gate, but I jump over it all the time! So just go for it!
Daisy,
Did I tell yoo about the time I chased some mighty yummy lookin churkeys?! I was at my GranMom's house, and she gots wild aminals runnin all over the place! Deer, rabits, birds, geese, and churkeys! My favorite! Well, mom let me outside, but shee didnt no that there was churkeys out there! But I did! So I chased them until they ran into the feild and I got tired and scared cuz mom told me there was hunters out there! So I headed home! When I got home, GranMom was frettin that they'd never ever come back! So I said that if they did then I'd chase them away again for her! I luv chasin churkeys!

Daisy here.

I never got to play wiffa skunk before, Cinder and Smoke! I think they sound fun. I love rolling in smelly stuff. This way, you don't even have to waste energy rollin'! Perfect for a lazy hound like me.

Thanks for your good luck prayerz, Cinder and SmokeMutt! They musta worked, cuz everythin' is fine wif me! I hadda get needles sticked inna my bump but the White Coat said it was nothin' and not to worry about it. Even better: he said I didn't gain any weight in the past 6 months! No diet for me! Yahoooooooo! Oh yeah though, I also got some bad news: I gotta have a surgery! I have another bump in my eye that's been there forever but Mom says it's gotta go. It's called a cherry eye and I gotta have it cut out September 10, 4 days before my birthday! So when that comes up, keep yer paws crossed for me!

Hi Nikki! That churkey-chasin' sounds like a lotta fun! I wish we had churkeys around here. Mom says we used to have a wild family of 'em around here but she hasn't seen 'em in a long time. She said she hopes the hunters didn't get 'em, and then she got mad and growled the way she always does when she thinks 'bout huntin'.

Well it's pretty late and I had a hard day since I hadda go to the White Coats. I'll see you all later!

Love,
Daisy

Cinder and Smokey,

it's relly sweet of you to think of Gigio(even if he is, well a cat :D ). Since there are so many wishing him well he has now decided to build his strength up and is eating non-stop.

Merlin here; so glad to here from you two. Mom gets mad at her computer too, dad seems to always do something to it, to frustrate mom.
I miss the all you can eat days too, it's been so hot and smoky from the fires around here that I just don't want to go out (smoke makes me sneeze)Not you smokeman!
If any of you are intrested in the fire news the local paper here has a web site WWW.daily interlake.com
Gotta go see if mom put any thing in the old food bowl I hope!

Daisy here. Mom and I are sooo glad that Gigio is okay! Even if he is a cat ;)

Love,
Daisy

That's sweet of you Daisy. My babies will all keep their paws crossed for you when you will have your surgery (and that your mom won't get too upset about it).

Hey, Daisy, me and Shiloh will be thinkin about ya when ya go get your eye fixed up. We hope ya feel better fast.

Killian and Shiloh

Daisy here. Thanks guys! I'm not too worried, but Mom sure is. You know how they get!! ;)

Love,
Daisy

Hi, ebberbuddie! And Happy Labur Day :D!

Duz ya'll knowe that we got two more Sickeez :( to add to the Prayer List?

Sandra, (Tatsxxx11), sez our bud Miz *Star*Burster* gotz a urinary tract infectshun and hadda go see her White Coat fer sum meds. Then, while she wuz tryin to go pee, she stomped onna bee-buzzer what bited :mad: her onna paw! Aside frum havin to pee alot and havin a tender puffy paw, she's doin better now :).

And then Leslie, (AdoreMyDogs), hadda take poor Graham to see Sir Jury atta White Coat's Place ta get sum bumps an lumps taken off :(. The Sir Jury guy put 3 zippers in him afore he wuz dun!!

Get better QUICK guyz!

Gotz to run - Fire Call...

We're back (really inna Fire Station) while Dad makes out the fire report...

Nuffin much - big hot air balloon came in over the biglake an landed rite side the road inna liddel bit a wadder :eek:. Pilot guy wuz OkeeDoKee, jest gotz his hard foots and the basket thingy a liddel muddie :o. Fire Guyz helped load up the stuff inna chase trakter truk anna Copperz made a report.

Afore that exsitement hit, we had phunn atta biglake while Dad werked onna Ranger's Patrol Boat. Dad, cupla Rangers, an 2 Wadder Deputies were onna dock playin wiffa boat. Dad let us FurKidz run round tied tagether. Allua sudden they hears a big *sploosh*. I told Dad I wuz jest reachin ta get a drink :rolleyes:. Wadder wuz kinda deep round the dock thingy. Nunbuddy hollered, so's we started playin inna wadder an I managed to drag SmokeMan in too. Wun Deputy said seems like the liddel guy deosn't like ta swim. Dad sez yeah, he needs lessins...

Next minnit I'm offa rope and Dad's towin the Smokester out inna wadder :eek: longside the dock... He don't reelee know how ta swim and his butt starts sinkin. Dad's holdin his head an earbones out the wadder wiffa rope. All a sudden he starts runnin wifffa fronts an can keep his head up - then he figgers out ta start runnin wiffa rear end. He popped up lika bobber an starts motorin round in cirkelz at the end of the rope! Allua guys start *cheerin and hollerin* :D! He kept motorin back toward shore so Dad letz him come out afore he got skairt, but I thinks he liked it! Dad sez we'll go back again on Mundee for summore lessins.

Onna way to the Shop Dad sez he's gotta stop at the "groomer's place'. When he comed back he'd lost a lotta head fur an his earbones stuck out more :cool:. Smokey kept lookin at him like he wuz a "stranger" and started *sniffin* on Dad's earbones! I told Smoker not to sweat it, happenz every so manny munths or so... it'll grow back an he won't look so *dorky* :rolleyes: inna few weeks! Well, it's true Dad, ya look like ya jest got off the turnip boat! Did ya fall asleep onna table or what?

Well, that'sa end of Cinder's pawboardin for tanite! Guess it's upta me, SmokeMutt, ta say g-nite. I'll let ya'll knowe how this *swimmin* thing goes after I tries it a few more times. Gotta get the hang of keepin my mouff an earbones closed afore I'll reelee enjoy it!

Wagg em or wiggel em :D!

[ September 01, 2001: Message edited by: Cinder & Smoke ]

Hey Cinners, Smokster. It's Star Burst, I'm starting to shine again, here! Thank yuz all kindly fer yer get well wishes. Happy to report to all my bestest dawggie pals that I'm really going with the "flow" now, if ya know what I mean. Only howl-ered to got out an make a short wee once last night. Gotta admit tho. Fer a while there, b'fore my mom FINALLY took notice a my ailing, I did think my "handle" Star ##*BURST**# was gonna turn out to be a real event, not just a name! :D Still workin on gettin that stingy needle outta my paw pad tho. I keep tellin my mom that I just know I heard Doc Paul say a bowl of lab-nilla ice cream and some HOMEMADE peanut butter treats would heal me quiker but she's ignorin me!! :mad:

So Cinners, WOW :eek: First I'm thinkin the flyin baloney thingy landin inna wah-wah was 'citement enuf! Then, ta hear bouts the Smoke man's swimmin lessons just perked my earbonz right, straight up like! I once saw a loose boat wif out a driver makin big circles inna water, just like Smokey! :D Roun an roun it went. Just like the kid. So glad the kid dinna get big gulps a wah-wah down his froat or nuthin. Maybe now he's gotta nack of it and next lesson can werk on goin inna straight line! I love nuffin better an swimmin, and think the kid will have a good ole time once he gets those back legs goin good and smooth. And Smokey, keep yer head up!

So yer dad gotta buzzzzzzzzzz cut rounda earbonz!! aIN'T it a little late fer a summer doo?? Must kinda look like the outside green carpet shaved too close inna summer. Sometimes my dad looks nerdy too after a day a groomin. Me and Cody get a good laf and roll inna grass howlin, legs and paws kickin, cuz he looks so silly and smells so "new". Thank the labbie lords that be mom don't come near me wiffa buzz blades. I gotta permenet crew cut. Tho I have noticed the Codster is still blowin offa white stuff which really confoooses me since perty soon she's gonna haf ta start growin it again fer the snow season :confused:

Well, pals, kant believe summer's almost over. Gotta get my plumbin all cleaned out good so mom'll let me back inna swimmin crater soon. Maybe today, she said. Not too much time left 'fore the trampoline cover goes on top and I can only jump, splash and prance till spring!

Well, sun's up an shiny****** and I've got lots a rapsberries to pick outta mom's patch and apples to munch on. Me and Cody girl have almost picked off an eatin all the apples onna lower sticks! Ain't life great!

Love to all my bestest dawggies pals for bein so kind to me and my mom. We always say nite prayers for all the ailing critters on P.T. and hope each one a you kid's is feelin better an better, every day. Be safe everbuddy. Catch up wif ya all soon.
Lots of love and labbie butt wiggles to all my pals! Love, Star

Daisy here. Wow Smokester, I am so proud of ya for swimmin' inna water! I don't even go in there. I hate bein' wet. Sounds like quite the excitin' day!

Star, me and my mom are reaaal happy you are feelin' better. We was all worrried. Aren't ya sad summer is almost over? I am so sad! My mom hasta go back to skool so she can't stay home all day to play with me! :( I guess I'll just hafta wait till next summer!

Well I gotta go, there's a CAT outside!

Love,
Daisy

WOW you guys are so lucky swimming! The lakes we go swimming in are all up where the fire is here in the park. So much smoke a couple of days mom made me and my human brother Ben stay in except to go do my business ,some reason he thought I had to go a lot. The Moose fire is the one causing all the problem here just said its 50,000 acres 10,000 in Glacier park.Moms worried about our freind Holly,and her fur girls Tasha and Wobber they live up there and have no phone or eletricity. Keep checking at her house in town to see if shes moved all the mini ponies and all here. well DINNER is ready bye all

Abbreviated Labur Day Report ~

We're all pi$$xx *tweaked* (soundz better, Dad) ~ durn forum erased our storrie cuz we used too many smilliez again! And when you back up it erases ebberthing!! Bout time THAT got fixed back to like it wuz - afore you could erase sum smillies an not loose the storrie...

We started off wiffa raid on Pet Supplies Plus ta get a bag of skratch sand fer the Kat's brownie box. Cleaned up the floor spills in the treats section and conned Dad into fillin up a baggie wiff fresh wuns, too. Then we hit the dawg food aisle and helped clean up the mess from a split bag. Store klerk wiffa broom said he 'preciated the help! **buurrrrrpp** Good flavor, Dad.

Next, we noticed Dad wuz pointin the trakter kar thru the woods inna City Park. Whoa up, Dad; there's wadder ober there. Dad parks where they rent paddel boats an we getz out. "Kan the dawgs swim?" Dad, big sign sez No Swimmin! "Sure." **Ker-sploosh**

Kum-monn, Smokey, I can't swim :mad: wiff you're butt playin anchor onna shore! Dad unhooks our y-thingy an I start paddlin round. Dad takes SmokeMutt out onna dock where they tie the boats up. Go on, jump in. Smoke digs in wiff all fours an tries to wrap his tailbone round a post. Dad prys him loose an gives him a *shove-in*. Terrabul big *ka-splash* followed by a lotta frantik pawin an splashin. Dad holds his headbone above wadder wiffa leash till he members to turn on the rear propellerz. After he got all four spinnin, Dad points him toward shore an he putted rite in an climbed out.

Then we all went out onna dock. I wuz a liddel timid the furst time, so Dad *helped* me offa dock, too. Then he tells Smokey to "Go get her", and gives him annuder *shove-off*. He went down lika rock, but bobbed up wiff all four propellerz spinnin, turned towards land an followed me in.

After that, ya couldn't keep us offa dock. Wuz a race to see who could jump in furst after Dad said OK. Smoke started walkin phunnie - sorta like he wuz tryin to cross his legbones. He runned up onna shore (rite to where two gurls were sittin on lawn chairs), hiked his leg, an started to pee. He musta pee'd fer two minnits strait! Ebberbuddie that wus watchin us wuz laffin and howlin! I wus 'barrussed :o ta tears.
SmokeMutt looked purdy "relieved" an trotted back onna dock.

Cinners, whadda you do wiff allua wadder; dontcha have to pee?
Yer supposed to swim wiff yer mouff shut, ya liddel dummie!
Ooooohh, that musta been why Dad wuz hollerin to "Shut yer mouff". I dint think I wuz barkin!
:rolleyes:

After bout an hour anna half, we wuz startin to slow down. Dad sez we better quit afore sumbuddie needs rescued half way to dry land. Onlee bad thing wuz Dad brought along the toe chopperz. Since we had em all softened up, Dad stops atta piknik table an starts choppin nailz! Uggh! Short nailz allus ruins our lap times when we run laps round the living room onna rug! We need ta *loose* them chopperz!

Now we're havin a pardee atta Shop. Dad gotz a call frum Cali Dog's folks askin if we could feed her cuz her GranMom hadda go to the Big White Coat's Lab. We gave her sum grub then brought her to our Shop cuz Dad's gotta fix a skool bus radideo afore tumorrow.

She's not havin too much phunn playin wiff us cuz we're so pooped frum swimmin that SmokeMan an me are takin turns nappin onna rug unner the puter! I hafta *hump* her every so often ta mind her who's "boss dawg :)" in these parts, though. Chill Dad; I'll *QUIT that!* in a minnit...

Hurry up fixin that radio, Dad; the Smokester an me are ready for the BigBed!

Hope ya'll had as Great a Labur Day as we did! Yap at you guyz tumorrow!

[ September 03, 2001: Message edited by: Cinder & Smoke ]

She dun it AGAIN: Skunk Kiddie #2 :rolleyes:

I jest don't believe how DUMM she can be...
Last nite we got our bed time outie. I'm doin my stuff out front, she's rompin round the ranch house lookin fer mischef ta get into. I hears this *Pfsssssst* sound near the sidda house. Ole Cinners comes runnin likitty-splitz tryin ta rub her facebones tween her legs onna wet grass.
I axes Whuz rong?
Black an White Kat pee'd on me, again.
That ain't a KAT, dummie; issa SkUnk!

Dad opens the door an sees me onna porch wiff my dinnerplate eyeballs on; I jumps thru the door bout the time he gets the "scent". He hollerz so's I turned on the Shake & Vibrate an hide inna kitchen. She runs round the living room (spreading ode-de-skunque) an heads for the basement door. Dad finally corners me and I pass the *sniff* test. Now she's unner the BigBed gettin nerbus. Dad opens the cellar door an she flies down stairs wiff him in hot pursuit. Musta flunked the *sniffer* test cuz Dad starts grabbin stuff for the "skunque mix" an starts pourin it inna empty plastic pop jug. I hears em go inna garage an wadder starts runnin...

I hear the time out chain rattlin; then Dad comes up (a liddel soggy) wiffout the CinderMutt. I getz *sniffed* AGAIN, but I getz a biskit :) an we jump inna bed. I tried ta mention that mebbee he otta close the winder, cus the air's gettin a liddel *thick* inna bunkroom, but he sez shuddup & go sleep.

Bout dark:thirty I'm UNNER the bed cuza the *stink* inna bunkroom. Dad jumps up an yanks open the cellar door an *sniffs*. Comes back *sniffin* alla way. Uh-oh! Members he opened the winder afore the skunque eppisode started. :mad: Yep, *ode-de-skunque* flowin in thru the open winder. Tried ta tell ya, Dad :p. My Dad's not alluz the brightest litebulb in the pack :rolleyes:.

Morning comes an I go out fer a breath of fresh air - wheeew! Picked up Cinners onna way to the trakter kar. Oh m'gosh - didja stik a paw inna lectrik sokket? FurSkinz stickin strait up! She's droppin furrz left an rite, so's we boff gotz a brush job afore we got inna trakter.

She's still havin a bad hair day - all fluffie and wavin inna breeze :D!
Dad telled her she wuz gonna be onna rope for outies till the Skunk Fambly moves outa towne fer the winter. Sum Dawgs nebber learn nuffin!

Whassa matter with this durn PUTER?
I pawed out a Skunque storrie twict now; anna Pet Talk server sends back an error message sayin server trouble?? Anna storrie goes away :mad:x2

Hey, Cinder and Smokey - the server didn't eat nuthin' - you posted twice, that's all! :P Silly doggies, a good habit to get into is, if'n you're gonna post a big long tail - uh - tale, before you hit "Post" copy all you typed, and "paste" it into a notepad or word document or sumthin - that way if for some reason it gets wiped out (too many smilies, you say?) you can just copy it from that other document, and paste it back in, savin' lots o typing time and keepin' yerselves from having sore paws!

I know this isn't exactly it, but Cinder's encounters with the skunky remind of a little poem I learned when I was a little kid that went something like

"I was out walking in the woods last night
and I saw a little cat that was pretty
I reached down to pat her and Hey! Eeew!
It wasn't that kind of a kitty!"

Grrrrrrrr!
Dad here...

First, we edit/deleted the 2nd version of the story; but it wasn't a double post - it (the second one) was hand-pawed out and got "lost" with a bunch of "server error" messages just like the first version did. After each "loss" we opened a new window and looked for the story - nuffin there; last thing showing on page 8 was our story from a few days ago.

Typed out the THIRD version (each one getting a little shorter) and tried sending = more "server errors". Wrote Miz Karen an e-mail whimpering and whining about the trouble.
Came back to try another short test (same errors) then opened another window and found all this....

Hate to say it, but hold onto your hats - version 3 might yet appear :eek:! If it does, we'll scrub it ASAP.

And as Karen suggested, we finally got semi-smart and DID save the 3rd version on NotePad.

Here goes with another attenpt at a "clean" post. Wish us luck :D.
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EDIT:
Wow! It werked OkeeDoKee that time. Now we'll get frisky an try to edit...

Don't knowe wha'happened - musta been sumpin squerrly wiff our puter box?? Still don't know where version 3 of that storrie went to. That wun musta REELEE got losted in cyberspace! Lessee if the edit werks...
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Second EDIT: Cus till we Shut Down/Powered Off/Re-Booted, we never saw the first edit.
Color us confused :confused: an I think we'll quit afore we blow sumpin up. Oh, gosh - gotta quit stickin *smilliez* in - that's half our problem - use too many!! We'll erase the test message that appears as the next post if this edit works OK.

PS: The real Skunky 2 storrie is a cupla posts back - sorrie we kluttered up the board wiff all our puter problems!

[ September 06, 2001: Message edited by: Cinder & Smoke ]

Daisy here. I never meeted a skunky 'afore! They sounds like a lotta fun though. I hope you all don't smell skunkish any more though, cuz yer dad sure doesn't seem to happy about it! Well Mom's got homework so I gotta go. Stay outta troubles, you two!
Love,
Daisy

One time last year, me and Cody girl sleyed a zippy and hid him inna wood pile, way unner the sticks. For months mom kept mumblin, "I smell skunk!!" What a SU-prize she got one nite when she lifted up a stick and there was mr. zippy, all dead and frozen like. She found our stash! :D She wasn't laffin much tho. And Cinners, so glad yer nailin dow yer strokes and paw paddlin talents. Now, we just gotta get Cody to follow yer lead. Woof at you later. Oh, and guess what, Smokey and Cinners...For my birfday, I gotta a big doggie cake in the shape of a star*****!!! Yum! Mom's the best. Lots a labbie butt wiggles and husky ear perks to our friends. Love, your pals Star and Cody.

[ September 08, 2001: Message edited by: tatsxxx11 ]

We're back; fromma White Coat's Lab :eek:...

I nowed sumpin wuz up last nite. We gotz our grub urlee, then no outie till reel dark:thirty. Dad grabs a zippie bag an hooks me up onna leash stringy. No runnin inna yard; jest lotsa *go poddies*. I gived up and took a dump. Dad uses his litestik then scoops up my stuff inna zippie bag?? SmokeMan's next onna leash. Found out later he wuz a tuff case - no poddy while Dad's lookin. :rolleyes: Came back in wiff Dad mutterin he thinks he got the rong pile - handz were so kold he couldn't tell iffin it wuz "fresh".

Lebbin a-klok atta shop; nudder zippei bag an Smoke goes out solo, wiff Dad hawk-eyen out the door. Dashes out an comes back *grinnin* wiffa fresh bag of Smokey stinkie.
Letz go, hop inna trakter kar.

Hmmmm, this house looks familiar. Uh, Oh; it's Doc Mike's Lab. In we go; Smoke turns onna *shake & vibrate* motor.

Furst thing is that durn elevator table wiffa meter thingy. I rides up an Doc sez...
Hmm, 49.1; that's up four frum April.
Uh, Oh...
Doc's Gurl sez Wun more pound an she needs the big, spensive HeartGard.
Hush, Gurl!!
She's not overweight, YET; but you should cut her back a little...
Dad sez She won't get to 50.
Uh, Oh...

I got off purdy good; earbones squeekie kleen, heart tickin and lungs sukkin OK, toofs kleen enuff, eyeballs shinee an brite. OkeeDoKee, I'm outta here...
Check her hips.
The're fine, Dad. Whooa Doc; easy onna joints - my legbones don't go that far!
She's fine, nice and tight. Hold her for the *shot*.
{{Full-Nelson applied to headbone}}
{{Zippp, whooshe, pop!}}
Whas'zat?
Good Cinder, here's a biscuit!
Purdy durn small biskit fer all that Dad's payin ya, but thanks, Doc.

OK, Smoke, hop on the scale.
Nuts ta that, ya pulled me off when I tried ta jump on wiff Cinners. Well, OK; since ya tossed me on an tied me here; I'll jest cower an *shake*.
He's 43.1; but the four pounds since April look good on him. And look - he's stopped shaking! Good boy, Smokey!
{{Blush}} Na-na, Cinners.
Hey, Doc; get that telescope outta my earbone.
Express my WHATZ? Put my tailbone DOWN!
Hold onto him; he won't like this.
Yipes! I sure won't do ennie more *rug skootin* on my butt while Dad's lookin!
Yep, he needed that.
Like heck I did! Hope yer finnerbone stinks!
What about that knee, Doc?
{{more groping and poking onna kneebone}}
Well, he's got a class 3 out of 4 "medial Luxating Patella"; he'll be a candidate for surgery if it gets any worse or bothers him. Cost about $800 at the hospital clinic I'd recommend.
I jest GOTZ ta stop *limpin*! Hoppsbittel? An they're talkin bout that Sir Jury guy again. Ate hunnerd buckz will buy a lotta toyz an chew bonze. Letz skip the Sir Jury gig!
Gimmie the krummie biskit an letz get OUTTA here!
Bring him back in February for his *shotz* and we'll look at it again.
Doc, you can bet yer last bippie I'll be outta towne that day! Hmmm; tasty biskit!

Glad that's ober wiff! Hey, Dad; does Smokey relee have to go see that Sir Jury guy?

We'll have to think about it. We don't want him to be a cripple in a few years... Let's go back to the Shop and you Kids can have brunch.
OkeeDoKee; thatz a good plan!!

{a short while later...}}
HEY Dad! Were's the resta my krunchies!??
That'll be enough for you, from now on, "Chubby".
CHUBBIE? Doc Mike dint say THAT! Jest cuz he rolled my side furz half way round to my backbonez don't mean nuffin...
Smoke - didja have yer paw onna up-an-down table when they wuz all watchin the meter dial?

Nope, I dint do nuffin. Hey Cinners, how come we call that the White Coat's Lab? That nice Doc Mike wuz wearin a blue-green skrubby shirt an pantz, notta white coat?

Shut yer trap, Gimpy. I'm commin ober to help you suck up yer krunchies iffin yer not dun when I finish whut liddel I got in my bowl!

Sheese, whadda *grouch* she kan be! :rolleyes:

OK, Dad; I'm all dunn pawboardin my storrie - letz head for the Ranch and DINNER!

Not dinner time yet, Kid. Suck it in for a while!

Grrrrr! Itz gonna be a loooong winter...

[ September 26, 2001: Message edited by: Cinder & Smoke ]

Kylie Kat Here!!!
I never been to da White Coat and I don't think I wanna!! Cinners I think you look purdy and Smokey you look hansome too!!!
Y'all deserve some more, krunchies for dat, ordeal!!! and extra treats too!!!
Its just cuz dad luvs ya soooooooo much!!! Smoke-- watche yer kneebone!! Be Careful!!
Thanks for the update!!!
CHEERS!!

Hey Merlin here: hang in there Cinder gal I finally got back to moms idea of good weight. i get two smaller meals now. (better than one in the morning) It only took 3 long weeks. Cooler weather feel more like playing, still hot here very strange for here.