Hannah, Star, Cody, Tucker & All ~

Bulletin: Smokey the Kid's gonna' get shipped off to skool starting this next Wednesday. We dump him off at 8pm and he's in class for a whole hour. What's that, Dad? Aw, that won't be any fun! How come you gotta go, too? You already been wunst wiff me - why do you hafta go again? So, what happens ta me?

Nutz! I can either stay inna Shop and they'll come back for me; or I can sit the whole hour inna car. Why can't I come in an watch? How do you know I'll whine an howl an carry on? Maybe I'll be good.

Nutz again... Dad says don't even think about it the first night; and he'll think about it if there's someone who will agree to watch over me. Yeah, I 'member all those other dogs who sat in the little portable jails while their Moms worked two or three other dogs in the rings. Well, maybe I could be that quiet. How can we know if I don't get to try it?

So what's a little 'barrasment among fellow dog luvers? Gosh, you'd think my Dad never had kids 'fore. Well no Hoomin kids, but he's had Dawgs afore - nuffin should bother him now. I think I should be 'lowed to go an watch. SmokeMutt would be a lot happier if he has a buddy in skool that he knows.

I'll tell you guys all about Smoke's first day in class next week. Bye for now, /s/ Cinder