Hey Hannah & Bella ~ We been there, dun that, too ~

Matter of fact, jest this week Smoke an I were in the Fire Station office while Dad moved a fire truk out inna truk bay. He came back and rite away noticed the *wet spot* ol' SmokeMutt left by the bookcase, along wiffa ziggy-zag trail across the room. He cranked rite up into his *skreemin Daddy* mode an hadda chase the Kid round the tables for almost 2 minits fore he grabbed him and drug him out to the car for temporary storage. I went along cuz I dint wanna hafta lissen to Dad mumblin *nawtee wurds* while he blotted up the warm pee .

I figgured our Fire Station daze were over; but durn if he dint take us back on Wensday while he werked onna new truk again. Course we spent the hole time klipped tagether and tied to the lil Jeepy Brush Truk, but at least we got to go inna building agin .

But Hannah ~ you better quit doin *pees* to show you're mad atta Two-Leggers. Havin an azkadent is wun thing; but doin a spiteful pee will reelee get ya into Big Trouble.

And Bella ~ be careful when you go out ta play *splish-splash* inna mud an slop - I skrew up every wunce inna while and get all *skrungie* jest fore Dad wuz gonna go sumwhere. Nuttin cancels a kar ride quicker'n a *skrungie dog* wiffout time for a baff an dry. Don't matter how loud and mournful ya howl - yer gonna get left inna basement ta kleen yerself up wit yer own licker - ugh!

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