Hi, ebberbuddie; the Kidz are here...

Kinda phunn day - Dad's UP at dark:thirty (reelee spechul fer him). Puts onna Fire shirt an sez we can kum iffin we're "good". We're alluz good - count us in!

Trakter Kar winds up atta Fire Station - big blinkin sign sez Chikun BBQ inna afternoon. How comes we hadda get up so urlee? Oh, Dad's gotta cook em afore we eats. We gotz roped up near the big cook pit - had a buncha liddel Fire Kidz ta play wiff all day. Onlee woofed atta few (OK, a lot) of the dinner crowd. Dad's cookin wiffa few of the Fire Guyz...

Got kinda late; we're waitin on our chikunz... Allua sudden the server guys come out an ask "Ennie more chikunz - we're out!" Dad sez "nope - we cooked em all." Not eben a liddel *nibble* all day! NUTZ!

Joints all cleaned up now; we gotta half serving of our krunchies we keep atta Station. More'n the Fire Guyz got! Hehehe... We're goin home now - Dad *stinks* lika dead chikun .

We sure hope the ButterBall's bumpie neck getz better wiffout having to see the White Coat. Tell yer Mom ta take a deep breath and give it a liddel time. Mebee it'll go away wiffout a lotta fussin. Sure hope so!

We'll ask the Boots Kat ta cross his pawbones tanite, too!

Oh, about them karrut things... They're sorta OK, but don't have a lotta flavur. Ya sorta have to aquire the taste. Thing we don't unnerstand is when Dad munchez on em, he alluz dips em inna lil tub marked "unyin dip" afore he pops em inna mouff. We've tried it an it makes yer plain ole basic karrut stik taste a hole lot better. But Dad sez that stuff ain't a diet item fer us. Nutz!

Woof at ya'll later...