Hi, Star*ShIne! Cinners & SmokeMutt here ~

Sorre bout the Fridee puter fritz*up ~ doncha jest hate it when the puterbox goes out ta lunch like that? Luv ta have ya visit, but wunt the Codster anna Olive+Pit miss ya?

We had a great weekend planned, but Sundee got a lil krazee an things changed a bit. We wuz all redde to leave for GranMom's whenna fire beeper went off wiffa message frum wunna Dad's buds that his two (reelee BIG) Newfundland dawgs had jumped their fence Saturdee nite an still wurnt back home. We packed up and drived round the hood fer an hour or so lookin. Drivin past the Newf's house the Missuz pulled in from a search run, so Dad pulled in ta see iffin she had em inna van. Nope. She thought she hearded their barks fromma house down street, but dint know the folks an was skairt to go up be herself ~ wuld Dad go wiff her? Shure, jump in. Then her eyeballs started leekin real bad an she runned inna house. Fire bud camed out then so's he jumped inna kar and we all went down to check it out. Nice guy; his dawgs barkin; no Newfs inna area. Nutz! We all started drivin round the hood again; Bud an Dad boff lookin and stoppin everwhere there wuz Hoomins outside. Got to be wunna klok (we're two hours overdue in Picksberg) so's we take the Bud back to the Newf's ranch. Dad goes in fer koffee.

Next they comes flyin outta house an jump inna Newfmobile an fly outta the drive onna *hot tip* sighting. Nudder two hours go by; me anna Smoke nappin in our kar inna rain drizzel. The boyz comed back, footpawz all muddie, no Newfez inna van. Dad goes back inna house ta gulp the koffee he nebber got; comes out wiffa flier we're gonna post atta store in towne an we head for G-Mom's.

Stop atta store; luckee break ~ Dad shuts the kar off ta go in. Comes back out, turns the go-lever anna kar jest *kliks* ~ won't krank. Dad sez a buncha *nawtee* wurds; but I minded him iffin we hadent played search fer the Newfz the dum kar wudda quit in Picksberg steada rite near the Home Ranch.

Nudder Fire Bud cumz ta try a fix. Coupla hours of smakin the starter-thingie wiffa hammer an liftin up the fronta the kar wiffa jack an they managed ta *trick* it inta runnin, but it won't do it wiffout two hoomins anna skrewdriver anna jumper. Call G-Mom an say sorree, no visit taday . Kar got dumped atta kar-fixer's joint an we sit in fronta the boob-tube stead of rompin round the Village wiff Grams. NUTZ!

Onna way back frum dumpin the busted kar the Newfee's Dad pages allu fire guyz an sez the Newf's got spotted next door ta where the furst *hot tip* said they wuz erlee inna mornin (rite next ta where the boyz spent two hours stompin thru the wet woods; hehehe ). Their Mom went an picked em up. Ebberbudde home safe an sound ~ jest a liddel tuckered out.

Mundee we satted inna ranch house waitin fer the fixer ta call. (Bye the way - do y'all know jest how BAD daytime TV *sukz*)? Wachin Dad fix radideos is alot better than wachin TV! We gotz the kar back tuday at noonakolk.

Star*BuRst ~ the gurlz in our munnie store pass out biskits, too! We hate it when Dad getz inna rong line an hazta play wiffa robot ta get our munnie - it nebber handz out munchies like the gurlz alluz do!

And how bout the liddel Pitt*Man riddin round inna skinz hot-box fer a hole MINNIT? Wow! Boots onlee rode around fer a kupla *klunkz* fore Dad stopped his ride. Didja get a kamra shot of him "After"?

Anna Baff fer the RatMan!!!? That'd be like Dad tryin ta give Mister Boots a baff! How mennie *toof markz* did he give yer Mom?

Be sure ta give yer Mom sum *schlurrpie kissez* after her battle wiffa *yeller*stinger*buzzerz*. Dad's lergik ta them things an hazta take a pill iffin he gets chomped on by jest wun of them nastee things! Anna stinger inna eye cover wud make Dad swell up lika basketball.

Hey ~ Honoe*Buket an Lilly ~ Where ya been? All youse guys getz ta go swimmin an all we get is wander round inna kold raindropz!

Wade a minnit - Smokey here! Cinder goz swimmin allu time - an at the RONG times! Last week we wuz gettin redde fer a kar ride wiff Dad an ole CinDawg jumpz inna pond steada goin poddy like she's posed ta do. Comed bak wiffa black pondgunk all ober her furz, smellin like duk an fish poop! She got a fast hose baff (wiff kold wadder) and tied up onna time-out wall inna basement. Then I got stuck inna celler wiff her (cuz I hadda "keep her kumpanie") an Dad goes off wiffout us! Nice goin, Big Sis ! Sure wish it'd warm up so's Dad will take us to the BigLake an I can try swimmin fer the furst time!

Good to hear frum you Kidz! Keep the Tails & Butts waggin an wigglin!

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