We're *wastin away* to nuffin...
Cinder & Smoke here onna PawBoard ~
We shudda knowed sumpin wuz up...
Big fuss last nite bout gettin brushed - we boff lost a lotta furrz.
Then Dinner, Outies, an a lotta TV Box watchin.
NO outie this mornin -
- tossed inna Traktur Kar an off to werk. Then a reel Hi Sekuritee deel gettin inside da Shop - WUN atta tyme an wiffa a leashy strap onna neck-belt! Allowed ta take a *pee* - then inside.
Uhhh, Dad? We'd like ta do a nummer 2...
Save it! We'll do "that" inna while.
Brunch wuz served...
Lil bitta dancin round - we tried to drop a hint ~
May we go *OUT*, pleeze... we gotz sum unfinished bizness...
Totallie iggynored till bout 3 a-klok...
Hey! Wanna go o-u-t??
Uhhh, YEAH! Been tryin ta get dare all day!
Whatz wiffa leashy strap agin?! An wun atta tyme?
Me (Cinners) an Dad head fur da back fortee...
OK, leggo an I'z gonna go powdur my noze...
He dint leggo... 
Cunnit wait ennee more... drug him round fur a minnit or three; gave up an did a nice *dump* inna tallest grass I culd find!
Dad-E-O whipz out da ZippyBag hez been hydin and duz the ole skoop & seal trik... Back in we go wiffa lotta "Gud Gurls! 
I'z (SmokeMutt) next...
Didda BIG *pee* rite off! Then Dad startz wiffa "Go Poddy" wurdz...
New he Knowz I dont nebber do poddy when he'z *lookin*!
Well - we drug eech udder round an round out back...
I dun sum positionin - but he kept on *lookin*...
He finally membered an leggo da leash - Oh Happie Daze! Found a nice spot an *ZOooom* - out it came!
Whut da...? Out cumz a ZippyBag an he skoopz my *stuff*... 
Inside - an more *brushin* - LOTTA *brushin*.
Then itz inna kar - wiffa leashez ON...
Downna street we goze... Pull inna lot...
Uhhhh-Ooooooh sez Cinder...
Dis iz Doc Mike's Place - da White Coat!
IN we go... Cinder sez HI! to da Gurlz hind da kounter.
Doc's yappin wiffa kute Koker Spanul - HEY! We knowe dat voice!
Tailz start *waggin*!
Our turn - Cinner is furst.
Hop onna meter tabul an UP she goze.
OMG! Sez da Gurl - onlee 46.1 klikz onna meter dial!
Doc pullz out hiz earphonez an lissinz to her insides...
(Pump anna Air Bagz sound gud!)
Then itz da teleskope inna eerz...
Then da proddin an pokin all ober...
Check da chomperz (lil bitta *tartur*, not bad).
Last ting wuz the *Ouwie Jabbur* - she nebber saw it commin!
Gotz her (Verrie Tiny) biskit anna ride down.
I'z up next!
Purdy *brave* dis year - nebber turned onna *Shake & Vibrate* motor!
Rode UP an check'd da Dial myself - 38.7 = down wun frum last year!
Same routine - Lissnin, peekin inna eerz, chompur check, pokin inna ribz an tummy, unner da tail check (no ex-pressin this tyme). I gotta extree exam - sum pokin onna tricky kneebone. Guess Dad's gonna get dat fixed soon as it warmz up... Doc sez it'll nebber fix itself! 
I wuz so buzy waggin my tail I missed it when I gotz the *Ouwie Stick* tween the shoulder bladez. My biskit wuz az *tiny* az Cidner's wuz.
Doc uzes his tabul-top telerskope wiffa brite lite ta chek our *sampulz*...
Nuffin krawlin round onna slide - so no pillz!
Dad wuz purdy happie when he rote out the phunnie-munnie papur - onlee 78 bukz fur boff uv us. Must be cheeper iffin we go tagether!
Weez *hoopin* the low meter reedinz will get us an extree biskit or two... Sorta doubt the Krunchie Kount will get any higher, though... Dad *likez* it when Doc sez we got da rite amount of poundz.
Wunder why Dad's White Coat nebber kumplanes bout HIZ meter nummerz!??
Oh, well ~ Guess weez Gud-ta-Go fur anudder year.
/s/ Cinder, Smokey & Heidi
R.I.P. ~ Boots, Bowser, Sherman, & Snoopy
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