SmokeMutt here ~
I kant believe Cinder dun it!
Neeber kan Dad - he'z Sooohe gibed her the BAD Dawg-a-the-Munth award - which is a LOT woorser than a NawTeeDawg award!
Y'all knowe Dad'z been purdy frantik bout our Brudder Boots, the Kat, an hiz long fight wiffa plugged up plummin... (Iffin ya don't knowe, check out "Boots, the Kat, Visits the Vet...").
Ennie way; Last nite we wuz all loadin up inna trakter kar to head fur the store (fur Bootsy's kottage cheeze an tunna juice) anna Ranch...
We'z haulin a lott furst aid supplies anna jug a spring wadder fur the KatKid, so it takes several tripz tween the Shop anna kar to get allua *stuff* inna kar. Dad letz us Dawggiez run free ta Powdur our Nozez affore we BOFF jump inna kar an *wait* fur him to bring out the Sikkie Kat an locka door...
Summwhere tween the "Load up" an clozin our back door, and Dad bringin out the Boots an settlin him inna papur box onna frunt floor - Our own Miz Cinnerz desidez ta *check sumpin out* hind the Shop (Kritterz hang out back there an she hasta keep an eyeball on em!) She jumpz out Dad'z open door an *Zipps* offbehind the Shop!
Kat'z in, Dad'z in, *WE're* in (NOT!) an off we go - wiffout the Cinnerz! I stepped up into Cinder'z co-pilot spot tween the seats an sez "Uhhh, Dad, we ain't gotz..." jest as the cell-dinger ringz an Dad startz yappin onna fone... He mighta peek'd inna lookin-back winnow an seen my headbone an thunk *I* wuz Cinder... Dunno.
Getz almost ta the Ranch an we stops atta store fur the gud grub fur Boots. Dad'z gettin inna kar an kountz nozez -- WUN MISSIN! **WHERE'z CINDER!!!??**
He figgerz she *got out* when he did - so we'z all searchin round the store... Big farm field hind the store - Dad'z back there callin whenna Fire Pagur go'z off. Lil wurdz inna pagur winnow sez Shop neighbur called Dispatch an sez "Dawggie furmma Shop next door inna back yard lookin *lost* - they tink it'z Cinnerz! They gotz her tied up an she'z OK! Call this nummer..." Dad grabz the cell-dinger an callz em - Yep! It'z Cinder!
WOW! I thunk we wuz goin to a *fire* we wuz drivin so fast! Neighbur had her tied up outside the Shop - she started doin paw-springz when we pulled up!
BOY - Wuz it a *quiet* ride home!
Cinderz knewe she dun a NO-NO kuz she let me stand inna co-pilotz spot allua way home. She lay purdy quiet onna FAR end of the back seat...
Thingz were a lil *differnt* last nite...
Cinder gotz her outie wiffa frunt porch *rope* onna neck belt. Furst time fur THAT inna long time! Same thing this mornin...
An tuday - EBRY time she goes out her neck belt hazza leash strap wiff DAD hangin onna udder end! She's not too used ta THAT, either! Lotta *HEELin* an *SIT* - *STAYz* goin on, too!
Prolly gonna be a Looong while affore THIS wun blowz ober...
Mindz me of the tyme we boff broke da ropey atta Shop an gotz way up in Towne all snarled up tagethur an lookin the Dawggie Katcher Guy inna face... *Uggggh*- Bad memmoriez!
I sed a lil Thankz, God! Prayer last nite.
Purdy sure Dad did, too.
Note to allua FurKid Buddiez ~
PaLeeze; DON'T Try This At Home!
/s/ Smokey - the GUD-Boy Dawggie!
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