Dad's the caboose on our train, *Star*, an' we got two engines pullin. Crack-the whip works great when we can zip him 'round a tree. Or get him goin' downhill when he leans too far for'ed and has ta make his feets go reel fast ta keep standin' up - alla time hollerin' for us ta "whoa up". Whadda Hoot! Nother neat one is when we circle the wagons round his legbones while we're each goin in differnt directions. He most alluz hasta do a sit down ta unsnarl that mess! He gets *cranky* when he sits inna wet spot . So far we never made him *bOINk* onna tree. Smoke's the one who keeps gettin his bell rung onna trees .
Dad's reel proud of his Y-thingy even though we look kinda like a cirkus act with everbody doin' cirkuls in differnt directions and hoppin up an down jumpin over the moving ropes. Seems to give alotta pleasure to the folks we perform in fronta. Dad's often wearing his red colored face an doin sum huffin and puffin, but I think it keeps the hole fambly in good shape. He usally behaves purdy well when we get home after a session inna park; kinda kurls up inna kliner chair nest and duzent bother us FurKids for a while.
/s/ Cinder & Smokey
the Rescued & Adopted
FurKids of *Phred*