03x24 - A Dog's Life

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-Get away!

Scat!

Shoo!

Go on!

-Why, Dennis, what is it?

-I was coming over to

see you Mr. Wilson when

a big bee started chasing me.

-Oh, all that fuss over a bee.

Why Dennis I'm ashamed of you.

-But a bee will sting you.

-Well, if you disturb

it or frighten it,

and even if it does

sting you, so what?

A little bee sting isn't so bad.

-It isn't?

-Of course not.

Gee, I'm sure glad to

hear that, Mr. Wilson,

especially because--

-Especially because what?

-Because the bee

is on your collar.

-Oh!

Ohh, no.

Well, get it off.

Oh, help, Martha!

Martha!

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-Will there be anything

else Mrs. Elkins?

-At these prices?

I should say not.

Last week the dill pickles were

only $ . a jar, Mr. Quigley,

-Well, that was last

week Mrs. Elkins.

We have a very special

this week, though.

-Oh, baloney.

-Well, baloney has to

go on special sometime.

[loud crash]

-What was that?

-Boswell naughty dog.

He keeps knocking

over the stock.

Now, out!

Out, get out!

-Of all things.

I hope you realize there's a

city ordinance against dogs

in markets, Mr. Quigley.

-You know, I'm

sorry Mrs. Elkins.

I haven't been able

to get rid of him

since I fed some

bologna the other day.

Bologna!

That's our special today,

and Boswell loves bologna.

-Good day, Mr. Quigley.

-Eh, but Mrs. Elkins, wait!

Your groceries.

-I've changed my mind.

I don't care to shop in a

store where they allow dogs.

-But-- Now see what you've done.

You're getting out of here.

I don't want you to

try to sneak back

in every time somebody

opens the door.

I'm losing valued customers.

I've got to find you a home.

Well, George, am

I glad to see you.

-Well, you're glad

to see anybody

who comes in here to

spend money, Quigley.

What are you doing?

Branching out into a pet shop?

-Oh, nothing like that.

Isn't he a fine dog, though?

-Looks like a

raccoon coat to me.

-George, how'd you

like to take him home?

Compliments of Quigley's Market.

-No sale, Quigley, no sale.

All I want from this

market are these eggs

and these cans of corn.

Martha's going to

make a corn souffle.

Oh, go away!

-Oh, he's just trying

to be sociable, George.

Fee him some of that

bologna over there,

and let him know

you're his friend.

-Bologna?

-Yeah.

-My goodness.

No, I haven't time, Quigley,

I've got to go next door

and pick up some

things for Martha.

Oh, will you put these things

that I bought into the car

for me, please?

-Yeah, George, are you sure

that you don't want that dog?

He's a fine hunting dog.

-What does he hunt

besides bologna?

-Oh.

You know, Boswell, I think

you'd like it at Mr. Wilson's.

Yeah, you could play with

his other dog, Fremont.

Now you wait here.

You stay.

That's a good boy.

Now you wait right there.

Stay, stay.

-I'm sure glad I bumped

into you, Mr. Wilson.

I want you to know

how much I appreciate

your driving me home.

-Oh, that's all

right, Dennis, I'd

have done the same for anybody.

-You would?

But what if we

weren't going home?

-Well, in that case, I--

oh, come on, Dennis, hop

in the car.

Here, take these.

-OK, Mr. Wilson.

-Come on, Boswell.

See the nice bologna?

Get it, boy.

-Hey, Mr. Wilson?

There's a dog following us.

-A dog?

-Yeah, a big shaggy one.

-Oh, good grief, that must

be the one with raccoon coat.

Well, I'll have to lose him.

How am I doing?

-He's still following us.

I think he's gained a little.

-Well, hang on, Dennis.

-Still coming again.

I don't see the dog

any place,Mr. Wilson.

I guess he gave up.

-Oh, good, well, I drove faster

than I normally would, Dennis,

but this was an emergency.

-Jeepers, Mr. Wilson, I know

you wouldn't deliberately

break any traffic laws.

-No, no.

-What's your hurry, Mac?

-Are you speaking

to me, officer?

-You're not going to say the

kid was driving, are you?

I was driving, of course, but--

-May I see your license, please?

-Oh, Dennis, hold these please.

-OK, Mr. Wilson.

-Now, I can explain this,

your honor, uh, officer.

-I probably heard it

before, but be my guest.

-Well, you haven't

heard this one.

You see, I was

trying to get away

from a big, shaggy dog

that was following me.

-A shaggy dog story, huh?

-It's true, isn't it, Dennis?

-That's right, Mr, Officer.

A big dog wearing

a raccoon coat.

-Isn't that what you

said, Mr. Wilson?

-Yes, I said it looked

like a raccoon coat.

-Now, fellas, let's

not gild the lily.

-Oh, you don't believe me?

-No.

-I saw him.

He chased us all

the way from town.

-And gave up the chase, when

you turned in the driveway, huh?

-He must have.

-Of course, we can't prove it.

He's gone now.

-Yeah.

The evidence skipped.

Sorry, mister.

-Drats!

-Uh, let me give

you a little tip.

When you see the

judge, don't give them

that business about a dog

wearing a raccoon coat.

He may send you to

a head shrinker.

-Mr. Wilson, what's

a head shrinker?

-Oh, that's a slang

term for a psychiatrist.

-What's a psychiatrist?

-It's what I'll need

if you don't go home.

-You don't want a psychiatrist?

-No.

-OK.

See you later, Mr. Wilson.

Thanks for the ride.

-Great Scott!

Come back here.

You can't go in there.

You'll frighten Fremont.

[barking]

-Fremont!

Fremont.

Why you-- you get

out of my chair.

That's forcible entry.

Get down.

Down!

Out!

Out of my house!

Martha!

Martha!

$ . to put an ad in

the paper for a lost dog?

Good grief.

I can hire a private

detective for that.

Oh well, it'll be worth it

to get rid of the beast.

-Well, George, what

are you doing here?

-Oh, hello, Krinkie.

A big stray dog has taken

up residence at my house,

and it occurred to me that

maybe one of your or

subscribers might be the owner.

-Well, that's very

decent of you.

Most people wouldn't bother

spending money for an ad.

They'd just take the dog to the

animal shelter and forget it.

-The animal shelter.

-But it's like you, George,

to show consideration

for both the owner and the dog.

-Oh, well-- You know,

-I thought of running

a newspaper campaign

encouraging people to

give a home to a dog.

Now what do you

think of the idea?

-Oh, uh, well, I think

it's a fine idea.

-If we had enough

people like you, George,

we wouldn't have any

need for a dog pound.

-Oh, well, that's why I'm so

anxious to find the owner.

Why, I wouldn't dream of

taking somebody's poor lost dog

to the pound.

-Good for you!

I salute a true humanitarian.

You know, our dog pound is

a pretty miserable place.

Understaffed, under financed.

-Well, that's why

I believe in being

man's best friends best friend.

-Man's best friends best friend.

Say, do you mind if I use that?

-Oh, why, of course, not.

If it will help the

cause, feel free to use

my name or my picture.

-Fine, George.

I'll remember that.

-George, lunch is ready.

-Well, Martha,

here's my ad again

for the third day and

not a single call.

Oh, good grief, go on,

get out of my chair.

Whenever I want to

sit down, Martha,

I can't, because

he's sitting there.

-George, the milk was

delivered late today.

Will you bring it in, please?

-Good idea.

He'll follow me out.

Oh, yeah, I outfoxed

him that time, Martha.

That dog is out, and

he's going to stay out.

Yes, sir, anytime

a dog thinks he

can get the better

George Wilson,

he's got another think coming.

[ripping sound]

Martha, just look

at that screen.

I tell you this

dog has got to go.

-Hi, Mr. Wilson.

Hi, Mrs. Wilson.

-Hello, Dennis.

Jeepers, Mr. Wilson, you

sure must love Boswell,

making a hole in

the screen, so he

could come and go as he pleases.

-Oh, yes, yes.

All right, now, Boswell,

I'm going to have my lunch.

Now go on, get down.

Go on, shoo!

Go on, get.

Get out of here.

For heaven's sakes.

-He'll be all frisky,

because I just

brought him over

some steak bones.

-Well, my goodness,

why didn't you

take him and feed

him at your house?

-Because he likes to eat

right at your back door

where he can watch for you.

-All right, take him out there

and let him watch for me.

-OK.

Come on, Boswell, you

can have lunch with me.

-Honestly, Martha, that

dog has got me so upset,

I've completely

lost my appetite.

You know, I should

never have put that ad

in the paper in the first place.

It's just a waste of money.

I should have taken that

dog right to the pound.

Krinkie or no Krinkie.

-Now, dear, please calm down.

-Oh, Boswell.

So I was sitting at home

enjoying Boswell's company,

when suddenly I said to

myself, George Wilson,

you're a selfish old coot.

Now you have two dogs.

Why not offer one of your

pets to the Mitchells

and bring joy to little Dennis.

Bless his heart.

-Oh, that's very kind

of you, Mr. Wilson,

but it's a little impractical

from our point of view.

-Oh, Alice, what's impractical

about owning a devoted dog

and believe me,

Boswell is devoted.

-I'm afraid it's my

fault, Mr. Wilson,

that Dennis doesn't have a dog.

-Mitchell, every boy should

own a dog, a friend, playmate,

protector.

If anybody would have to be

protected, it would be me.

You see I'm allergic

to dog hair.

-You are?

-It's just one of those things.

-Well, I know,

Mitchell, but it can't

be a very serious

allergy, can it?

I mean, you wouldn't let

a few sneezes interfere

with your son's

happiness, would you?

-I wish you wouldn't put

it that way, Mr. Wilson.

-Well, I'll even throw in a six

month supply of dog biscuits.

-That's very generous

of you, Mr. Wilson.

-Not at all.

Mitchell, how do you know

you still have your allergy?

People do outgrow

them, you know.

-Well, I suppose the least

we could do is give it a try.

-Mitchell, you're a

father after my own heart.

I'll bring the dog right over.

-You've got to be careful,

Boswell, and not shed any hair

or go spreading lergics around.

-You all right, dear?

-Fine.

Ah-choo!

-Bless you.

-Boy, it doesn't take much

to give you hair fever,

does it, Dad?

-Son, there's enough

hair on that dog

to start an Army sneezing.

Ah-choo!

-Bless you, Dad.

-Ditto.

-Do we have to bless

old Dad every time?

-Ah-choo.

-Dennis, why don't

you take Boswell

outside for a

little while, dear?

-OK, Mom.

But you know what he'll do?

He'll go right back to

good old Mr. Wilson.

-Ah-choo.

-Come on, Boswell.

-Ah-choo!

-There you are, Fremont.

That's it.

Oh, it's a lovely

evening, Martha.

-Yes, dear.

-Hmm, coffee always

tastes so good outside.

-It certainly does.

[barking]

-Oh, poor Fremont, he's

just a bundle of nerves.

I'd be the same

way, too, Martha,

if I hadn't gotten

rid of Boswell.

-George.

-Oh, for Pete's sake!

Oh, get away!

-I'm awful sorry, Mr. Wilson,

but it just doesn't work out.

Dad suffers from lergic

something miserable.

-Oh, well, that's

all right, Dennis.

I'm returning the

dog to Quigley,

which is what I should have

done in the first place.

He can afford to feed

him better than I can.

He has a store.

-Hey, there's Mr. Krinkie.

-Hello, Dennis.

-Hi, Mr. Krinkie.

-Hello, Krinkie.

-Hello, George,

do you still have

that lost dog on your hands?

Jeepers, good old Mr.

Wilson spends all his time

trying to find a

home for Boswell.

-Well, Mr. Krinkie knows

how I feel about dogs.

In fact, he may even

put a little piece

in the paper about it.

-Yes, Mr. Wilson has the

right spirit, Dennis.

He's given me an idea

for a great campaign.

What did you call

yourself, George?

-Oh, man's best

friends best friend.

-Oh yes, I must remember that.

Well, see you later.

-Yes,Krinkie.

-Man's best friends best friend.

Jeepers, Mr. Wilson,

that sounds swell.

-Yes, it does, doesn't it?

Oh, come on you big mutt.

-Call again, Mrs. Elkins.

Wilson, will you kindly get

your dog out of my store.

-My, Mr. Wilson,

don't you know--

-Well, he's not my dog.

-Mr. Wilson's been trying to

find a good home, Mrs. Elkins.

-Well, how can he give away

a dog that isn't even his?

Your story doesn't

hold water, Mr. Wilson.

-Oh, I only brought

him in here--

-There's a city ordinance

against this sort of thing

and, fortunately, I know

just what to do about it.

Officer?

Here you are, officer.

-What's the trouble, ma'am?

-Oh, there's no trouble

at all, officer.

She doesn't know what

she's talking about.

-There's your answer.

Officer, [inaudible].

-Look here mister.

No dogs allowed in shops.

I'll have to give you a ticket.

-He's not my dog.

I'm just returning

him to Quigley here.

-Oh, it's not my dog.

Besides, possession is

nine points of the law.

-Jeepers, Mr. Wilson, this

is second time this week

you've been arrested.

-Oh, stop it, Boswell.

-Hey, Mr. Wilson, what are

you doing with Boswell?

-Oh.

Well, I'm just making sure that

he stays put for the night.

Tomorrow he goes to

the animal shelter.

-What do they do with him?

-Well, they'll put him in

a cage where he belongs.

-I think that's mean.

-But Dennis, I have no choice.

He's made my life miserable.

He's made Fremont's

life miserable.

He's even made your

father miserable.

No sir, that dog has got to go.

-But what if somebody

still answers your ad?

-Oh, I canceled that.

Oh, it's just a waste of money.

-Well, I think it's mean anyhow.

I wouldn't like to

be put in a cage.

Would you?

-Well, Dennis, I'll be in

a cage with padded walls

and wearing a straitjacket if

I don't get rid of that dog.

-Don't you give

up hope, Boswell.

Maybe I can fix it so you

won't have to stay in a cage.

[loud crash]

-Oh, no!

-Well, Dennis, Sam

tells me you want

to put in an ad in

the Lost and Found.

-That's right, Mr. Krinkie.

I want to keep running

that ad of Mr. Wilson's.

I think I've got enough

money in my piggy bank.

-Well, that's a very

nice thought, my boy,

but you may be

wasting your savings.

After all, Mr. Wilson ran

that ad for a week and nothing

happened.

-So now, he's giving

up and talking Boswell

to the animal shelter.

-The animal shelter?

Are you sure?

-He's taking him this morning.

I thought if I kept the ad

going for a little while,

Boswell's owner might

see it and take him home.

-Dennis, let's you and I take a

run out to the animal shelter.

-What for?

-Maybe we get the

amm*nit*on we need

to put over a campaign that'll

help find homes for all dogs.

-Oh boy!

Let's go!

Hi, little fella.

What's your name?

Rover?

Fido?

Fifi, maybe?

Boy, you're a nice fella.

-Well, hi, Dennis.

-Hi, Boswell.

-Well, what are

you doing out here?

Dennis, aren't we

friends anymore?

Aren't you even

going to speak to me?

-Well, George,

this is a surprise.

-Oh, hello, Krinkie.

Well, uh-- what's going on?

-Oh, we were just talking

to the superintendent.

I brought my photographer

with me to get some pictures.

We're starting that campaign to

find homes for all these dogs.

-Oh?

-What are you

doing here, George?

Did you come out to find a

continual pal for this fellow?

-Uh, yes.

That's it exactly, yes.

I brought Boswell out

here to look around.

-You mean, you aren't really

going to leave Boswell here?

-Oh, why, of course, not.

Why I wouldn't think of leaving

this dog at the pound, Dennis.

I brought Boswell along to help

him pick out his own playmate.

He and Fremont don't

get along, you know.

-Oh, boy!

How about this one, Mr. Wilson?

You know, he's just

about Boswell's size.

-Oh, well, Dennis,

he'll do I suppose.

-Will you get that

one out, please?

-Hey, Mr. Krinkie,

how about getting

a picture of Mr. Wilson

with his two dogs?

-Good idea.

After all, I did promise

you some publicity, George.

-Oh, yes, you did.

-Stand over here.

-Now Boswell, sit down.

-Put him right over here.

That's the way.

Here, George, take this.

-Hey, Mr. Wilson,

while you're here,

why don't you get a

playmate for Fremont, too?

-Oh, well, Dennis--

-Good idea, Dennis.

That'll mean still another

dog will have a good home.

How about this one?

He even looks like Fremont.

-Oh, good grief.

-What's the matter, Mr. Wilson?

Don't you want Fremont

to have a playmate?

-Of course, he does.

Will you get him out, please?

Get ready, Joe.

Mr. Wilson's a

true humanitarian.

He's going to

spearhead our campaign.

Right, George?

-Well, how can I deny it?

What's that you call

yourself, Mr. Wilson?

-Uh, man's best

friends best friend.

-Get your picture, Joe.

Let's take another

one to be sure.

-Boy, looks like man's best

friends best friend sure

has a lot of friends.

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