Kinda a Bizzie Day around da Ranch on Monday ...

Sunday Nitey-Nite Tyme had a kupple *rocky minnitz* ... Miz BigFoot dint like bein by herself
tethered at da frunt door ... twenny minnitz of whimpers, whines, howls, soft barks an
udder miscellaneous *noizes* ... Dad wuz wearin down his toofers atta purdy rapid rate ...
"MOLLY! ~ SHUT UP!!"

*Silence* for an hour or so ... then a re-pete of the sound effect album!
"MOLLY! ~ BE QUIET, Dang-it!" (Or sumpin kinda close to dat)

More *Silence* till almost get-up tyme ... anudder "MOLLY!" put her back to sleep.

Next event wuzza lites *blinked*
Puter UPS hollered about da *blink* ... Fiur Tones *bee-booped* about a pole on fire ...
Two more *blinks* an it got DARK inna howze - puter gave up an quit.
Summa da Fiur Guys got there an sed the pole burnt off anna wires fell down ... Uhhh-Ohhhh.

Dad went up an pilled lil BC, da Kat, an kame back to feed us brunch.

About 1 a-klok Reddie KillerWatt anna merry band of linemen had set a new pole an
strung allua wirez back up -*BOINK* - We gotz Lites (and wadder) again!

Dad did a few leash drills wiff Miz Molly - she learns purdy quick. *Sittin* must put a lil
*strain* onna Zippur, so he wuz lettin her slide onna SITz.

The Call kame about 7:30pm ... "We're HOME --- where's our DAWGS?"
Dad figgered it mite be best fur us ta say G-Bye at our Ranch, an he'd haul the Visitors home
by themselves. Cali did her Mom proud - danced inna door an *DASHED* across da dining
room ta almost jump in Mom's arms! Mom wuz purdy happy wiffa greeting!
Miz Molly walked up an SAT in frunta Unka Pat - then reached out (wiffa RIGHT paw)
an gave him a SHAKE onna leg! There IS hope fur dat dawg!

Dad related da gud, da bad, anna Uglee from da week; da Kidz had supper;
then ole Molly didda Molly an slipped out da door!

Ohhhhh My ... we're off to a great start.
She took a hike fur about 5-7 minnitz, then appeared at the garage whilst Unka Pat
wuz resetting the outside lites timer. He called her up da basement (NON-carpeted) steps!
NUH-Uh ... not doing THOZE Steps ... NO WAY!

She went outside an dashed up an onto the porch an in da back door wiffout ANY hesitation.
There still may be hope.

So far ... Trainer Dad hazint had da courage to call an ask how "quiet" it wuz uppa street last nite.
He sez it'z anudder Gud Sine we dint find a Big Mutt tied to our frunt porch dis mornin!

We'll keep ya'll posted on progress wiff Miz Molly.


/s/ Cinder & SmokeMuttz