It's me, Hannah. The dreaded *wet spot* shows up way off in Ohio. Well Mom can't blame ME for THAT one! Geez, Cinder, your dear old Dad sounds lot like my Mom when she goes into Crazy Lady mode, 'cept we don't have no time-out wall. Mom usta throw me in the cage and lock the door "for my own protection" before she EXPLODED. She's calmed down a lot now, mostly because the dreaded *wet spot* only shows up about once every six months now, instead of one every couple days like when I was younger but "old enough to know better". And now she doesn't want to charge the wrong defendant either. You see Tucker has the same potty stance as I do, so it's tough to tell who done what. Now in the poopy department the woman is a marvel. She can spot whose poopy belongs to whom from 10 feetaway. Everyone here is feeling real sorry for Smokey. We all took a vote and feel that one night off of the big bed is punishment enough for the little guy. He seems like he's a wanten to please, not just hard headed like I was. (Mom made me say that last part.)

Things here are going okay. I had to go to see Dr. B. at the Animal House last Monday. I had this lumpy thing on my back that Mom discovered one day when giving me my massage. She freaked out thinking it was the big C, so the very next day I gets wisked off to Dr. B. He told her what it was a sebaceous cyst and I have to take some pills twice a day and she has to wash it off with running water. I've been taking my pills like a little trooper 'cause she's been giving them to me with a Snausage. We do have a little problem because we've discovered that I gained 3 lbs. since last time I was at Dr. B's and she's had to lift my blubber butt into the tub to do the running water deally. Anyways my cyst is gone but krunchies seem a little sparse at meal time.

Here's hoping you all can think of somethen to get Smokey Links back on Dad's good side.

Your friend, Hannah