Hi All, Cinder again...

Sure was quiet at home last nite... Got in trouble for shout barkin' in Dad's ear when we pulld out of the driveway this morning - thought I saw Stray, but it was only Mouthy from the horse farm. I searched all through our shop when we got here, but Stray didn't come back last night.

Angels3 linked to a Great site that has lots of great health and Vet tips, but we sorta found the answer to Stray's no-poddy problem just 'fore we left yesterday. Seems he had been makin' some really bad air all day - I mean his whizzers were really Rank! Each time he'd whizz, outside they'd go; and back they came with Stray still *full*. Just as we were shuttin' things off to leave, ol' Stray takes a stroll through the shop and dumped a *huge* load (all loose and yucky) into a box of parts Dad had on the floor. (hehehe) Figured that would drop the Favorite Son down a notch or two on the popularity list, but all he got was a bad dog... If I'd done that I would have got the *dog swatter* and spent the rest of the day tied to the table leg! Well, Dad cleaned and flushed most of it, but I guess "we" gotta wash some parts bags today.

We got to Angels and he jumped right out an acted all happy till he got to the door and a bunch of the inmates started barkin' at him. Dad had to reach down and kinda push him in. He passed his heart worm test, so they came out and walked down to the transfer building where he had to sleep till they took him to the White Coat's place today. I could hear him cryin' when Dad came back to our car. Dad didn't say much drivin' home.

Dad was kinduh unhappy 'cause Angels wouldn't use "Stray" for his name; they said he needed a kennel name for their records. They called him "Gunner", but Dad thinks that suckz. I thought "You're Only Number Two" was good, but Dad gave me a dirty look... Here's what he looks like: Short (3/4" max) mixed or mottled light gray and tan coat, with no ruffles or feathers, and laid down tight to his body. Small, flopped-over (forward) ears and thin tail that he carries up and curled over his back. Angels says he's got some German Shepherd in him, but I say he don't look nothin' like me! His face is too round and short, and when he wiggles his ears his forehead gets all wrinkled like he's frowning. He's my size though, 22" high and maybe 40 pounds; Angels says maybe a year old. I think "#2" would be a good name. A cold day in Where, Dad? Hmmm, guess "#2" is out just like "Gunner". Dad's gonna look in his Thee-sar-us book...

That's all for now. Gotta help clean *stinky* parts bags. We leave at 4:30 to go pick the kid up and take him right home. It'll be good to hear his whimpers and whines again tonight. Later... /s/ Cinder