Hi, Killian! ~ Howz ya feelin, Big Guy?

Sorry to hear all the good Hoomin grub got taken off your menue . Maybe yer Mom can make you happie wiff some home-made gravy or boullion added to yer special dawg food. But ya gotta keep eatin , the Two-Leggers get reel worried iffin we don't eat rite! We think bout you an yer Mom every day!

Hey Star*Burster ~ We furgots to mention that Dad thought bout us turnin inta fire investigation K-9's, but when we found out summa the details, we declined. All them special Sniffer Dawgs gotta learn to *sniff* for their meals! No treats, no meals, no grub at ALL wiffout their Hoomin layin out a buncha sample cans wiff different stuff in em. Ya gotta *hit* on the bad stuff, neber onna "control substance", afore ya get wun krunchie. An this goes on several times a day, eber day of yer career. An then ya gotta crawl around fire scenes - no runnin or jumpin, cuz ya might get hurted - stinky work! An nobuddie's loud ta pet an play wiff ya - cuz yer supposed to be a "pro". We're to happie-go-luckie for that job! We get enuff "stink" from Dad's firefighter gear what rides onna floor inna kar - alluz stinks after he plays firefighter wiffa hoses an ladderz.

As fer SmokeMan's bum kneebone ~ we're watchin that till it's time for my owchie shotz next munth. Smoke's gonna ride along so Doc Mike, our White Coat, can take a furst look atta Kid. Meantime, he jest skips along like a happie kamper - don't seem ta matter whether he's got four onna floor or ownlee three .

Dad skaroowed up our "spot" on Satadee - he took Odd Job and Woody, the lawn eaters, out to grind up the brown grass an high weeds we call "the yard". They munched up our "spot" an we lost track of where it wuz! Tried to play our game that nite an we boff went ta different places ! Couldn't conn Dad inta commin out inna dew-dropz . I wuz gonna take Smokey down to our pond an chase summa the froggys, but that usually results in wet paws an stinky pond wadder onna tummy. Late at nite that means a kold shower wiffa hose an sleepin inna basement ~ so we passed on that idea an jest chased the bats that were eatin skeedows at the pole lite!

It wuz reelee hot an muggy on Sundee, so we dint get to go see GranMom - hadda stay inna kool basement while Dad went by hisself. Dad sez she's gettin better now that she's out of the Big Lab an back in her own Health Center, but she's still kinda week and has a cough . We preesheate alla kind thoughts towards her gettin better!

Hi Fours to All; We'll Yap at ya all later