Cinder's Afternoon Update~

It's been a carnival here at the Shop... Mister No-Poop has been cycled in and out so often this afternoon we hardly had time for a nap. He'd whizz, Dad would hitch him up and out he'd go. Tem minutes MAX and he's pawing at the door to come in. In he comes; out go Dad and me on poddy-patrol. Nuthin' found. Twenty minutes later, more bad air. And we repeat, and repeat, and... Thing I can't figure out is the bad air seems to have slowed down now. Did he really *poop* or is he plugged up? Runs around on the rope like he's training for the Olympics; what happened to his *limited exercise* regimen. Wouldn't the White Coat be thrilled to see this!

Dad figgures we'll go home, feed the Mutt an early dinner, and hope for something to "appear" before bed time. Problem is Dad's not much for standin' around watching, if you get my drift. I think the Kid's gonna hafta pile something up in plain sight, like under the merc light, if he wants to sleep with us in the bunkroom tonight.

The name game: Hmmm, Smokey isn't bad, but kinda common. Dad's gonna try some fire books tonight. And the Tres/Trey thing is good, but none of our friends would "get" it! Oh, and Cole/Coal is out - 'nother Firefighter has a little two-legger with that name - might not like the MuttKid getting his kid's name.

Oh, Yipes! Hey Dad, you don't have WonderKid's straight jacket on tight enough - he's under you chair lickin' his privates like a lolly-pop.

Yee-Haw! I think I like havin' him around
Sure takes the pressure to behave and fly right off of Me! What will that Boy think of next? /s/ BigSis / Cinder