Cinder & Smoke finally back with all you NawTeeDawgs ~

Sorry to be away for so long, but Dad's been goin to see GranMom on weekends an that takes away frum our puter time.

Sure hope JasperKat sees wun of his posters and trots back home reel soon! We've still got our paws crossed. And Moses ~ you're worse than a NawTeeDawg for gobblin choklet. Iffin we'd dun that I hate ta think what Dad wooda dun . I know that he's got summa that peroxide puke juice stashed at the Ranch and the Shop, but the most choklet we ever see is a corner of a chokachip cookie - an he usually makes sure the chip parts go inta his mouf fore we get our corner.

Hey Daisy ~ Did ya get all 75 treats fore you got caught? We've been tryin ta teach Boots, the Kat, to pop the cover off the buskit jar and flip us out sum extras, but every time he gets the cover off he only drags wun biskit out and jest chonks on it by hisself onna counter . And watch out for them kiyotees - I likes ta chase sqwirruls and wabbits, but those kiyotee things sound a little skarrie...

Merlin ~ Your Winky sounds bout as sharp a tack as our Boots, the Kat. He runs all around the house jumpin onna windows grrrin and hisssn atta burds what sit onna bushes outside. And then he shares his krunchies wiffa liddel mousey kritters when they wander inta the house. Dad sez the Kat jest ain't quite right inna brain bucket!

Hey Killian ~ sorry about loosin the toofs. Any luck wiff gettin annuder bro/sis to help keep Shiloh under control? Two Dawgs and wun Kat is a good ratio - jest ask our Boots! He's slimmed down a liddel since SmokeMutt arrived to help keep the Kat onna run.

Hannah an Tuck ~ Wow, 20 footers! That's 40 foot ta play with! We could tie Dad up so bad he'd never get loose. Too bad yer Dad wuz along to help out. Wudda been a lotta fun if yer Mom wuz alone...

Shai ~ That's a neet site you write for. Dad's been readin that site for a year or so, but he nebber told us bout it . Think I'll spin a few of our Tails on that wun, too.

Patches & Rascal ~ Yep, you Kats need a Dawg in your pack. "... don't like dogs ..." Definite *attitude adjustment* needed here.

Now here's sumpin y'all won't believe ~ SmokeMan and Me, the original NawTeeDawg, skatter-brained rowdies, both got to be Therapy Dogs last Thursday ! Yep, we reely did. Seems Dad hadda go see GranMom inna Health Center wing of her big partment complex cuz she wuzint eatin her grub and got week an siklee. The White Coats said she hadda stay inna Health Center till she got stronger and could go back to her partment. They held a meetin to make plans for gettin her better on Thursday, so Dad hadda go to Picksberg and come back that nite. He'd seen a nouncement sayin a Therapy Dog wuz commin an asked if he could bring us along. Sure, if he'd share an take us to see all the other folks while we wuz there. Oh boy!

Baff nite wuz Toosday inna garage... Shampoo, lotta skrubbin and fluffin, nails chopped off, brushin an combin - got us all spiffied up. No mud puddles or dirt rollin on Wensday. Just sum close order drills wiffa lotta heelin and *sittin purdy* praktis. Erlee brekfust, not too much wadder, an off we went. Kinda had a rockie start ~ Dad left us tied to the bumper unner a tree inna parking lot while he went in for the meeting. We got a liddel rowdie - did sum barkin atta residents what wuz walking round the complex. Sekuritee guy found Dad an said we wuz gonna have ta straighten up or *go*. Oooops.

I got to go in furst. Trotted rite inta GranMom's room acted like a liddel *princess*! Dint jump or do anything but act purfikt. Sat rite side her chair and got a lotta *skritches*, shook paws, the whole good gurl thing! Then we started on rounds - got to go visit a whole buncha new GranMoms and GranPaws in their rooms. The White Coat Gurls were reel impressed wiff how gentle I wuz when I hadda put my front paws onna bed ta snuggle wiffa GranMa's that were layin down. And even the rollin chairs wiffa big wheels dint bother me; I jest hadda watch they dint *squarwsh* my toes!

Lemmie talk, Cinners! SmokeMan here! I wuz reel good an quiet while Cinders wuz inside, so I got to go in, too. I wuz skairt at furst, but GranMom wuz reel nice an patted my headbone and let me stand wiff my fronts onna chair so's I could shlurrrp her a kiss. Dad took me on rounds so I got ta see everbody, too. I wuz fraid of the big wheel chairs at furst, but there were so many of em I got used to it and dint mind after a while. I got reel good at standin up and leanin onna beds wiffout pawin or skratchin enniebody.

After the sickies got their dinner grub, me an Cinders did another round of visits before bedtime when we hadda say g'nite an head back to the Ranch. Dad wuz gonna stay, but GranMom said she'd get tossed out iffin we Dawgs tried to sleep over in her partment.

Dad wuntz ta take us back for more visits, but it's a long drive inna kar iffin we don't sleep over. Dad's not too sure we'd sleep inna kar wiffout raisin a rukus an barkin at all the Hoomins walking around the complex. He might get a liddel upset iffin the Sekuritee guy hadda tell Dad we wuz misbehavin inna middel of the nite! Wunder if we gotta have anudder baff if we go again this weekend?

Keep yer Tails Waggin!



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