Hi All; it's Cinder with more Stray Tails~

When Dad went in to pick up The Stray the lil' dummie didn't rekonize Dad. Angel Lady said he was still buzzed up and she didn't think he could see so good right then. They started talkin' to Dad and DopeHead decided he knew that voice and then started bangin' his tail into the jail bars. They said that was the first time his tail had moved since he got back from the White Coat's place. They let him out and he stumbled over to Dad and kinda fell down in a heap and put his head on Dad's foot. Next thing they discover he'd walked through the door into Kat Country and is sniffin' kats. Got him back into Dog Land and he pees on a girl volunteer's leg . Shortly after that they came out to our car.

I checked him over right away... Wow! He was a mess! Eyes were like dinner plates and didn't seem to work right. An' he had a straight jacket on his neck! Couldn't turn his head without turnin' his whole body. The worst part was what they did to his butt - looks like he sat on a chain saw! Hurts me just to look at him...

We went straight home. Dad went up to open the door and figgured he'd come back down to the basement and carry Stray up. Nope; the Kid was upstairs in a flash and we both started doin' laps around the lining room. I noted that he ran a little funny - sorta a bowlegged back end hop with a lot of toe action, but he got up to speed pretty quick. Dad fixed the running around with a leash and told me to slow down or I'd get a time out in the basement. The Kid did his woe-is-me routine with the head on the 'kliner beside Dad's leg - next thing I know the straight jacket is off and Poor Boy is snuggled in Dad's lap. I decided to go beat up the Kat, but Boots just curled a lip and flopped down on the hearth. Nutz! I curled up on Dad's feet.

Dad followed directions and fed the Kid slow - like one nugget at a time, by hand! Yipes! And he could tell whose nose was takin' each bite! I tried to mooch in an' got *binked* on the snoot every time I tried. After I ate we got sent outside on rotating shifts to powder our noses for bed. Both of us got "lost" - I went to check the horses in their pasture (a real no-no), and The Stray took a hike up to their horsey barn. I almost got sent out to look for him, but he showed up just before Dad boiled over.

What really curled my tail was The Kid got tied to our bed for nite time! Second nite inna' house and he gets to sleep upstairs! Me an' Kat both told him to keep his torn up butt onna' floor 'cause there wasn't room for him on "our" bed. Things went real smooth (and quiet) till 'bout 6:30 when The Kid let one of his super rank whizzers loose ! Dad came outta bed like he'd been tied to a rocket - searched unner the bed for a mess but couldn't find nuttin. I said it sure wasn't ME; an' Kat was sleepin' on the typewriter in the den... I suggested maybe the Kid should be offered an "outie", but Dad mumbled something about he was gonna' do 7 hours or live in the basement and climbed back in bed. I don't think Dad slept too much after that - kept hanging his head over the edge makin sniffin' sounds. Kid started hand lickin' 20 minutes 'fore the buzzer went off, but Dad stayed glued under the covers.

We're all at the Shop now, and it's about time for brunch. Mine's in my bowl, but I decided I don't wanna eat just now. Kid's out front on the rope, all snarled up around the center overhang post, howling and whining like he was being killed by a monster. Dad keeps lookin' across the street to see if the peoples in the little plazza are watching the commotion. Dad's started out to get him a few times when he quites down, but the dummie starts up again just as Dad gets to the door. Could be a long day on the porch for the Kid at this rate...

Finally; he's in and getting fed 3 nuggets at a time, as long as he sits down for each bite. He still eats like a Hoover rug sukker - no wonder he has *gas*! Gol-lee; what a *belch*!

I'd play toss the ball with him, but he's tied to Dad's chair so we won't have a repeat of yesterday's poop-in-a-box. I wish that somebody could see him go poddy - he can't be storing it all again - I hope!! He'd be more fun to play with if he wasn't tryin' to haul the darn chair around. (Speshalee hard when Dad's butt is in it!)

We gotta work on the name thing... Dad doesn't like standing in the yard hollerin' "Stray" - says it just doesn't sound good. He wants another *fire* related name. I got "Cinder" 'cause he's a volunteer firefighter and it sorta fits my black and tan Shepherd markings. Angels put Stray down as "gray with black overlay". Dad thought of "Ashe" but thinks that's way too hard to say loud. I offered "Hose" as befitting after what he did to the Angel girl, but Dad said to get serious. I asked the Kid about a name, but he said just don't call him "Late for Dinner". He surely won't grow up to be a komik...

Nap time; wonder if he'd make it more kumfee here on the rug under the 'puter if I let him in to snuggle? Naw, let's not rush things. Anyway, he still stinks like a hopsbittle.

Later... /s/ Cinder