Hi, ebberbuddie ~ SmokeMan onna pawboard ~

Dad finally got our puter hummin along again and he's not goin to skool tanite wiffa Fire Guyz ~ so us FurKids get to Pet Talk! And have I got sum Tails ta tell bout CinderDawg!

Two weeks ago we wuz out for our b'fore bed outie. Miz Cinder is off checkin out the brush pile when she finds a Kat ta play wiff. Looked sorta like our Boots, the Kat, cept it had a longer nosebone, big fluffie tail anna big white stripe down it's back. Cinders is runnin round the pile Grrrrrin! and yappin at her new buddie ~ then alla sudden she jumps back an *yips*; then comes runnin towards the porch. Onna way by, I mention that she kinda **stinks** purdy bad. She sez the Kat she wuz playin wiff jest up an *pee'd* on her! Dad opens the door an we both bounced in an got our biskitz. Dad's sorta watchin the TV idiot box but falls asleep inna kliner chair. Boots comes over an *sniffs* us then hi-tails it into the baffroom an hides inna fallin wadder clubhouse. I couldn't stand the *stink* either and followed him inta the baffroom. Dad wakes up an starts *sniffin* an askin "What died in here?" Cinder getz up fron aside the kliner chair an starts *sniffin* along wiff Dad. I soon become the "suspect" cuz I'm huddled inna baffroom wiff my vibrate an shake mode turned on. Dad drags me out inna hall and starts *sniffin* all ober my body. Then he sez "You're OK; CINDER!, COME!" She don't. Dad found her unner the dining room table wiff her *whassa matter?* face on. Wun good *SNIFF* an he hollerz "You been Skunked!!!!"

Whassa Skunk? Cinders gets marched down inna basement for anudder *sniff* test. Dad decided she dint stink enuff for a bath or a nite onna front porch, so she got tied up onna time out wall wiffout the blankie to make all stinky. Me an Dad got the bigbed to ourselfs.

We went to the store an bought sum extra peroxode an bakin soda next day, but Dad had Fire Klass that nite an nebber got round to the Skunk Baff treatment. Cinders spent the next three nites inna basement. Been two weeks now, an she still hasn't had a baff! He still minds her she stinks whenebber she stand inna co-pilots position tween the front seats inna trakter kar or when she snuggles too close onna bigbed. I think he's gettin used to her "ode-de-skunque" perfume! Mebbee sum day we'll burn the old brush pile!

Quit jabberin, Big Mouff; Dad might read this an member bout my needin a baff! Cinder, here ~~

Time to ketch up wiffa gossip ~

Honey an Lilly ~ here's how to fix the *poundage* problem: When wun of ya gets on the elevator table wiffa meter thingy inna White Coat's Lab, the udder wun getz unner the table an stands on tippy-toez while they're all watchin the meter. Bound to take off a few extra pounds! Send us yer snail-mail label an we'll try to save sum biskitz fer you two. Cept we onlee get wun when we've dum sumpin reely *good*, an beein the founderz of the NawTeeDawg Klub, them biskitz don't get passed out too very often!

Miz Daisy ~ Here's annuder wish for a good report on your *bumpy* thing tomorrow. An, Wow! ~ Chikinz! Are the lil peeperz big enuff to chomp on yet? Nice of your neighbor to buy all them chikin dinners for you! Ya otta save a few of em to play wiff, though. We nebber had chikinz to play wiff; jest those big horsey kritterz what live behind the Ranch. An we don't go inna their yard - they *CHASE* us Dawgs an try ta *stomp* on us!! Yikes!!
And how's Moe takin to yer pallin round wiffa that new guy, Charlie? Kareful you don't get a reputashun for beein a two-timer!

Hi, Sara Leigh! Welcum to the Gang! What are "flowerz"? Dad sez we raise big weedz for our yard dekorashunz. Her sez they're easier to take care of! Oh, an that bum rap ya got into when the Tink Kat stuck her earbone in yer mouff ~ that happenz alla time round here. Our dum Boots Kat is always stickin a footpaw or a tailbone where it shouldn't be. SmokeMutt an Me don't even *chomp* an yet he's hollerin fer Dad. The trick is - don't get any slobber onna Kat's furskinz - if the Kat ain't soggy, nuffin happened!

Hey, Tucker Man ~ Did you reely do whut Hannah sez you did!!? Yurk & Gurk inna office an then *axkadentz* inna house!! Hope ya quit that stuff afore you landed inna back yard onna chain! I came purdy close the udder nite when I played wiffa *Skonk*, but messin inna house wuld be awful seereus at our Ranch!

Bella! Are you nutz? You LIKE takin a baff? Wiff soap an rubbin and rinsin? Onlee time I like gettin wet is atta biglake or a stinky mud puddel. An all that brushin an fluffin that alluz follows a reel baff - that jest *sukz*! Then on top of it all, ya loose that distinctive "ode-de-doggie" smell that sets ya off from ebberbuddie else. Gimmie the lake, any time. Dead fish smell jest Great!

Merlin ~ are you annuder *pound puppie*? Too many, that is? Dad keeps pokin Smoke an Me inna ribs (when he kan find em) and then eyeballs the line on our food kup reel close. Whut eber happened to the old fill-er-up routine wiffa food bowls?

And a big HiYa to *Star*Burster* & CodyGirl ~ Whassup wiffa toolbeltz, hammer-bangerz, an fixzit guyz?? Roof blow offa house or sumpin? New bunkroom fer the Dawgz? Treat those fixzerupper folks rite an they should be passin out free biskits and sharin lunch wiff you two. When the dust settles, we need to hear frum youse guyz! Been too long since the *Star*Ship* wuz heard frum!!

Dad sez we bett kount the *smileez* afore we loose everything we've pawed out. Think we're OK there. An Dad asks us to be sure an say Howdee!" to all yer Momz an Dadz from him!!

We'll jabber at y'all again ~ more sooner iffin our puter keeps Purrrin along...