We furgot to tell the Saturdee storee ~

Dad feeds us urlee then gets out the brush an fluffs us up fore we ride downa Fire Station. Dad stops atta store an buyz a big bagga dawg biskits. We go in an Dad starts up allu fire truks an parks em outside inna RAIN! (Not at all normal.) Summa the fire guyz come an they sweep the floor an get out tables an chairz. Dad putz the biskits inna big bowl onna table. Three Navy Reserve Gurlz sit down atta tables wiff form books an liddel blue tag-thingies. Hoominz start commin in wiff katz in portable jailboxes an dawgz on leashes. Uh-Oh ~ this is startin to look familiar ta last year . Yep ~ it's the annual Rabies SHOT Klinik the County Health Department puts on. TAKE ME HOME!

I start shout*barkin. Dad fixes that wiffa Zap! Collar cranked up ta 2 outa 3 onna Zap! dial. No more barkin frum me, but Dad jest opens up all the big doorz ta soften the barkin an meeeeowin from all the udder "guests" that are commin in. Smoke an Me get introduced to ebberbuddie as the *Host Dawgs* and we get tied ta the lil Jeepy Truk that's left inside cuz it's a convertable an got no roof ta keep the rain off. Dad parks the golf kart they're sellin tikits to give away next munth fer munnie next ta our Jeepy. SmokeMan an me jump inna kart an settle down onna seat ta guard it. Dad sez OkeeDoKee as long as we dont try ta bite ennie tikit buyerz.

Klinik's possed to start a wunnaklok. We got 75 dawgs an katz stacked three jails high raisin heck inna Station. It's half past wun whenna Vet Gurl calls an sez she wont be there till half past two cuz she's got a mergency dawg at her hopsbittel. I figger we got a Riot bout ta start.

Navy Gurl startz passin out biskitz. Dad sez letz start pre-registerin allu dawgs an katz so's we can jest give shotz reel quick-like whenna Vet cumz. Hoominz take it purdy well; anna dawgs start ta get quite whenna biskitz start flowin an eberbuddie getz ta know each udder. Vet Gurl shows up wiff her red facebones on, but nobody gives her a hard time cuz they know she's volunteerin her time fur the klinik.

Dad startz unwrappin the jabber stikz frum their child an adult-proof "easy open" (haha) sterril wrapperz an wunna the Navy Gurlz whatz a nusrse starts fillin em up wiffa medicine. Doc Lisa startz stikkin critters as they get drug up to the *shootin gallery*. We cleaned up the backlog inna bout 45 minnits, but new critters jest kept marchin in! Eben had three ferrets come in a open top box! Funnie lookin lil critterz - look lika kat whut got stepped on inna middel an sqwarshed out extra long. Wunna them guyz tried to take a *nip* outa Doc Lisa's handpaw, but she wuz too quick fer him an he missed!

Onlee had wun dawg that was a no-good biter. Doc had his hoomin drag him out to their kar an made the hoomin put him inna kar. Then they opened the door a liddel an let the mutt stick his toofs out the crack - then ole Doc ran round an stuck him inna butt ! She comed back inna Station mutterin "there's always gotta be one!"

Crowd started to thin out at four, so SmokeMan an I got down onna floor of our golf kart an hoped Doc Lisa wuld go fore they membered we hadn't got our *owchie-stik* yet. But Dad had a plan ~ we were bein saved till last.

After we got stuck (I think we got stuck - neeber wun of us felt a thing ), Dad asked Doc Lisa ta look at Smokey's bum leg.

Seems ever since the SmokeMan showed up onna front porch, he takes *spells* and starts hoppin round on three legbones. Tucks his right rear up an won't put any weight on it fer a few minnits. Then, just as quick as he tucked it up, he stomps it back down an starts runnin around like a deer wiffout a pain inna world! Dad has poked, prodded, flexed, wiggled, pulled, felt and messaged that leg an hip so much it's a wunder the Kid has any fur left on his back end! Neber got a flinch or whimper outa the Kid. He does his three-legged hop routine then jumps up on both hind legs and dances like a pogo-stick.

Doc Lisa kneeled down onna floor and felt his hip an then stretched out his legbone and felt that. "Oh, he's just got *ten wurds of DocTalk*, which means he's got a "trick knee". Here, feel this... "POP, pop". Dad turned >green<. Smoke tried to give Doc a *schlurrrp*.

Dad finally managed to gasp out "What should we do?" Doc said he was so young that she wouldn't do anything unless it started to bother him. She said he's figured out how to hold it up til it pops back into place, and he doesn't seem to feel any pain either way. She said to watch over him and have it X-rayed if it starts to get worse or he begins to whimper as if in pain. She said the way he plays an rough-houses around wiff me is a purdy good indication it dusent bother him very much or very often. Smokey said he already had a zipper in wun tender spot an dint need a nuther wun!

With that over, ebberbuddie said G-bye an we putted the Fire Truks back inna Station and went back to the Ranch. Smoke's made it a point not to do his three-legged hop to often when Dad's lookin !

If enniebuddy knows of a Vet Site that talks about *Trick Knee* condition in dawgs, post the address for us to see, please.

It's late; Dad sez ta say G-nite an lets head fer the Ranch. So..., G-nite all you NawTeeDawgs, Katz, and Hoomin Folkz!

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

[This message has been edited by Cinder & Smoke (edited June 06, 2001).]