Shhh... We're on low profile till the great edventure blows over .

Yesterday was a high security day with outies done on an as needed, one at a time, basis. I thought for a while we'd be paw-printed upon return, but Dad allowed visual rekonition.

We're getting prepped for Smokey the Kid's big first day at skool. He's been sent out to unload brunch so many times he's starting to loose his enthusiasm to go. And our water bowl got dumped out at 5pm to prevent a pee problem. Dad would probably die if the Kid hiked a leg during class . I think his uniform will be his ratty red bandanna, a hand-me-down from me. I guess I stay here in the Shop 'caus it's kinda cold outside and Dad doesn't wanna get labeled as a "bad parent" by some stuffed shirt who might spot me curled up in the driver seat in the car. Speakin' of cold, the Kid's hammering on the door to say he's either emptied or freezing; at any rate he sounds like he wants in!

Now Dad's gonna march him around the shop a while to take the edge off and mellow him down so he acts right in skool, thinks Dad. I did that routine every night 'fore class - dint faze me a bit! I could act like a space cadet with the best of 'em! Hope SmokeMutt carries on the fambly traditions at the ol' alma mater ! Stay tuned for the full story after I interview the "student".

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/s/ Cinder & Smokey
the Rescued & Adopted
FurKids of *Phred*