Cinders ~ ya furgotz ta tell my Whopper storee ~

Smokey here ~ Nutz to Cinner's fry grab caper ~ I gotta hunk of a Whopper sammich a cupla weeks before...

We wuz goin Home fromma visit wiff GranMom and Dad getz hungree, so's we stop atta burger joint. Now eatin outta a brown paper sack, drivin, an holdin off two NaeTeeDawgs sorta looks like a mobile 3-ring cirkus, based upon observations of summa the other *grinnin* motorists that happen to pass us while the show's on .

Cinder alluz jumps inna front seat an tries ta grab a hunka sammich. Dad getz crankee an tells her to *get back* inna back seat. She pouts inna back korner which opens up her co-pilot's spot onna arm rest. I slip in an take up the position of clean-up man wiffa headbone resting on Dad's shoulderbone. After he takes a bite, I reach around wiffa tongue-lapper and *Schlurrrp-up* alla sammich goo he smears all ober his facebones. He allus holds the sammich wiff boff handpawz an he's pointin the kar wiffa kneebones, so he got nuffin but a shoulder twitch to push me away. (Wunst he tried pushin me wiffa elbow; but he squoozed the sammich too hard an it jumped outa the bunbread ~ Cinners an I had it divided up an gone fore he knew what happened!)

So enniehow ~ I'm inna clean-up position, head onna shoulder. Dad pulls up the sammich
an takes a chomp outa the left side, which leaved a lotta Whopper hangin out on my side. Opportinity knocked. Sammich is almost bein jammed inna my mouff. Yep; I dun it! HUGE *chomp* outta my side. Dad dint feel nuffin. (Good thing I dint hit a finnerbone!) I'm inna back seat gobblin fast as I can wiffout droppin any bits for the CinderDog. Dad's lookin inna see-back window tryin ta figure out what all the chompin noizez are from. He figgured it out purdy quick when he tried ta take a bite outa the missing side an came up emptee! Course my mouff smelled a liddel like *warm burger* when I came back for the next wipe-up. He wuz laffin so hard he almost dropped whut wuz left. Cinners got the hole last bite by herself, though .

Dad sez he's gonna find a gate to block off the arm rest hole inna front seat so he can eat in peace .

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/s/ Cinder & Smokey
the Rescued & Adopted
FurKids of *Phred*