OnYa, Honey! That's 'Strailun for Good Job! I gots sum snakies that live unner the Dumpster Bucket outside the shop, but they skare me like they do Daisey. Wunst a lil' biddy shortee snakey crawled inna our Shop one nite and I knowed sumthin' was wrong as soon as Dad lemmie inta the Shop next morning. I wus Grrrrrin' and Growlin' and Pawin' for hours that day unner the 'puter and behint the file cabnets; made Dad so mad he made me sit inna car to "kool off" for a while. I started rite up again when he lemmie back in, so's he got down on his hand-paws an kneebones and did sum lookin' hisself. Guess what he found unner my 'puter rug? Yep - that darn lil' snakey wus hidin unner there! I told Dad ta *flush* the critter, but Dad put him back unner the Dumper so's the Momma snakey wunt worry.

Graham ~ Great news that you're goin' back to 'gility classes. Dad wus thinkin' about me doing that, but I'd haveta get my rowdy butt thru the Second Grade of 'bedeeance skool 'fore I could try out. That might be tuff for me .

Glad I wear a heavy natural coat 'cause Dad's always lookin at sweaters an' coats like your Mom does, Hannah. I'd do a meltdown iffin he putted one on me, but the SmokeMutt better stop shiverin' when it gets nippy outside or he's gonna wind up with a sissy-coat. What a hoot - my liddel brudder, the Whimp!

Let's all wish the The *Star* and the Cody Kid a fast recovery from their case of the *yucks*. The only good thing about bein' sick is they get to munch on roasted bird - that's good grub.

Keep yer Tails a-waggin!

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