Greetings, fellow NawteeDawgs ~ Cinder & Smoke saying Hi! while we're still allowed to use the 'puter...

Promised to tell some Tails on ole' Smokey, but Dad sez I tell everbody how bad I've been or he takes me offa the 'puter.

We (Smoke & Me) just did the Super No-No. Dad put us on the rope at the Shop when we got here an' we played together reel nice. One of Dad's FireBuds came to visit and Dad sees >>we're gone<< an the rope's busted right at the post, which means we're running together but tied together... Dad and the Bud holler, but we can't here them 'cause we're both a quarter mile upstreet in town. Dad starts walkin' and the Buddy drives upstreet on his way home. Well the Buddy sees the DogKatcher Truck pull in behind the 'partments in town and thinks maybe the Katcher Guy knows more than he does, so's he follows. Katcher Guy gets out with a long stik wiffa rope on it and goes upstairs to a 'partment over a carport roof. Guess who's up onna roof all snarled up onna railing? Yep, me an the SmokeMutt; all dirty an scruffy lookin, and kinda yappy 'cause we're all tied up wiff our rope. Katcher Guy takes my license plate number and notes that the Smoke has my last year plate on his collar. 'Bout that time the Bud has called Dad onna cell dinger and Dad's on the way up; the Bud tells the Katcher Guy he knows us doggies so the katcher pole goes back inna truck. Dad skreeches to a stop an dashes up the steps and starts untying us. Guess we acted like we knew Dad, 'cause the Katcher Guy dint ask Dad to prove we were his. Dad dint even get a ticket; the Katcher Guy just said Smokey needed a tag in the next two weeks. It was a REEL Quiet ride back to the Shop... Even though it's a bit past BrunchTime, I suggested to the Kid that we not "hound" Dad ta feed us, since the air is so thick with >>tension<< you could carve it wiffa knife!

More trouble: the 'puter died 3 times while we were ritin this story. Dad finally noticed it happens when one of us flops down on the MuttMat unner the 'puter desk. He crawled under an wiggled the main power cord for the 'puter an it croaked again. Hmmm; the plug inna wall that Shadow worked on for 5 years an I've been wigglin' for the last two years finally was ready to fall out. Dad crawled under with a wire tie to put the fix on the problem. He thought it was real nice for the Smoke to crawl under, on top of his chest, no less, to help. I crawled in beside Dad to supervise. I find it helps to *bond* when you've really screwed up BigTime and the Two-Legger is starting to show sings of >STRESS< .

I'll send more if I'm allowed to. Dad has to look to be sure the 'puter dint scramble any 'portant stuff while it's been blinkin' on an off Sunday and today.

/s/ the NawteeDawgs...