Good Boy!

It's adoption day!

- What?!

- Hey, pal.

- It's dining room day, Owen.

- Let's see that calendar.

Didn't you just start that job?

He's right. Exactly three months

today he's been walkin' those dogs.

Not one problem. I already

got mine picked out at the shelter.

- Good for you, O. Great job.

- Yeah, that's great. Terrific.

Listen, can we talk

for a second?

Don't you think

that it makes more sense

to wait until after we move

to the new place

before we get the dog?

I'm just thinking of the dog.

That way, he won't have to

relearn a new house

and a new neighborhood

and all that other newness.

We had a deal, Mom.

We did. We sure... we sure...

we absolutely did.

"The best way to achieve your goals,

Owen, is to make a plan,

work hard, and always

keep your eyes on the prize."

That's an exact quote, isn't it?

I want my prize.

So, shall we all go

to the shelter at noon?

- Yes!

- Yes!

This'll be great for him, right?

Yeah, yeah.

A little buddy is just what he needs.

I better put down

some newspaper.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Morning, Miss Ryan.

Mr. Baker.

Barbara Ann had a restless night.

Poor dear.

I don't want her overexerting.

Keep her on the grass.

The hot pavement is far too harsh

on her delicate paws.

Okey-doke.

Hold still, Wilson.

It's only me.

He had the runs last night.

Can you keep an eye

on that for me

and let me know

if things turn solid?

No problem.

Be good now, Nelly.

Don't let the big dogs

step on you.

- I'll watch out for her, Mr. Leone.

- I know you will.

- Bye.

- Ciao.

You want it, Shep?

You can't have it.

- Psych!

- Yeah, you want it?

Psych!

Hey, Connie, here comes

your boyfriend,

- direct from Weirdo-ville.

- Nice.

Cut it out.

Good morning,

Franky, Fred.

Good morning, loser.

Gimme a kiss good-bye, Shep.

Gimme a kiss.

- You comin' along today?

- We're going to the pool.

Duh, dog boy.

- I smell poop.

- I smell it, too.

Oh, Wilson!

- He's touching it.

- Nasty.

At least it's solid.

Connie, let's go.

- Gross.

- What a freak.

Why does he wear

those stupid clothes?

Aren't you getting

your new dog today?

Yeah, so I guess I won't be

seeing you around much anymore.

But you're still gonna

walk Shep, aren't you?

Yeah. I'll see you then,

but otherwise...

I'm gonna be busy with training him

and bonding with him.

- Hey, Connie, move your butt.

- Yeah, move it.

Have a fun day at the pool.

This is Bob over at Tri County.

Go ahead, Bob.

I'm on a search and retrieval

for a wild wirehair.

Got an APB out

on a wild wirehair.

Could be coyote...

not rulin' out coyote.

Could be another mad dachshund.

Another mad dachshund.

Where did you come from?

Wait! Stop!

Gotcha!

So precious.

Look at you!

You are so pretty.

There's something wrong

with him.

He's mean!

He didn't have to do that.

Oh, my God!

- Give me some kisses.

- I want some love, too.

Honey, you're biting.

Somebody's about to meet

their new best friend.

Are you sure

this is the one, Owen?

It's your call, O.

- Wow! Now, he's interesting.

- Oh, little prisoner.

There's the man.

Tell your folks about

your scuffle this morning?

What?

Owen helped me nab

that tough mutt off the street.

- Tough? Is he stray?

- There are no tags around his neck.

Just that funny little rock.

Checked out all right

health-wise, though.

He seems worried

about something.

Yeah, I'd be worried, too.

Think his days are numbered.

- What do you mean?

- Attitude.

Not makin' him

very popular around here.

- Attitude?

- Yeah.

You wouldn't put him

to sleep, though, right?

Well...

Hubble, slow down.

Heel, Hubble.

Hubble, slow down. Heel.

Hubble, no!

Easy, boy. Easy.

Hi, Mr. Leone.

Hello there.

And who is this?

His name's Hubble.

I just got him.

Hello, Hubble.

- No, Hubble.

- That's all right.

- I'm a stranger to him.

- Where's Nelly?

She likes to check out

the headlines.

Easy! Sorry.

I've still got to train him.

Good luck with that.

Okay, Hubble, first day,

do your best.

Sit.

Sit.

Good boy.

Good boy, Hubble.

Stay.

Stay.

He's a bright one.

Okay, Mr. Genius,

how about... roll over?

Play dead.

- But he's really, really smart, Dad.

- Yeah, that's terrific.

No, I mean he's too smart.

I hate to break this to you,

but everyone thinks they've got

the smartest dog in the universe.

"Love and Loyalty."

It's okay, Hub.

All right, we'll take our time.

Oh, no, you don't.

Here, boy.

Here.

Hubble.

Orh sale this week

at Arhdersorh's.

Fresh. Ripe peaches

We're yourpowerstatiorh. KRZY

Crazy forclassic rock

I tell you. Miracles

Miracles are happerhirh'

every day irh our world

Here, boy.

Here?

That was a weird dream.

More like a nightmare,

if you ask me.

Testing.

One, two, three. Testing.

Don't give me that look.

No, not that look either.

Stay! Stay!

You hear me?

- I...

- Are you sure?

Speak!

Doggone it!

How could I let this happen?

Don't be afraid.

I am Canid 3942.

Honey!

Was that you?

You better be up and at 'em.

Don't say a word.

You can't forget the other dogs

just because you've got Hubble.

Bless you!

Somebody's got a wittle cold.

Poor baby.

Hop to it, O.

Can we tie her up

out back, please?

- Did you just learn how to talk?

- Here come the questions.

Let's just say your hearing

suddenly got a lot better.

Oh, man.

How is this even possible?

Oh, boy.

Look, I don't have time

to train you right now.

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