03x24 - A Dog's Life
Posted: 11/12/23 06:06
-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!
[theme music]
-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.
[theme music]
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!
[theme music]
-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.
[theme music]