Red Dog Page #2

You alone too, Mr. Doggie?

But you are happy, no?

You have a gift, Mr. Doggie.

I do not.

Have you ever heard of Abruzzi?

Abruzzi has the best

fishing in Italy...

Oh, baby, don't you know

that I love you so?

Bom, bom, bom, bom

- Baby, don't you know

- Bom, bom, bom, bom

- That I love you so?

- Bom, bom...

What can I say?

He was an excellent listener.

He did not judge.

A polite doggie,

a very loyal doggie.

Or so I thought.

Bom, bom, bom, bom

Baby, can't you see...

- That you were meant for me?

- Bom, bom...

Betrayal!

Hey!

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

- Are you talking to my dog?

- Your dog?

- How is he your dog?

- I talk to him first.

That doesn't make him

your dog, mate.

That just makes you weird.

If I am weird

then you are more weird.

- Not likely.

- I feed him steak!

Well, what do you think

I'm feeding him? Broccoli?

Dog robber.

Alright, then.

Why don't we let him decide?

Good.

Let him decide!

Whose doggie are you?

Give us a kiss.

Good boy! How you going?

Oh, you're a good boy, Red Dog.

You little Red Dog, aren't ya?

Aren't ya a good boy?

He was like that...

a dog for everyone.

Come here, boy!

Come here, boy.

Here, Red. Here.

Good boy! Come here.

Yes, for everyone,

but no-one in particular.

All those in favour

of Red Dog joining the TWU

under the job heading

con... consu...

- Consulari.

- Whatever.

All those in favour, say "Aye."

Aye.

Yes, a union doggie,

a doggie for all.

That is, until he met

his true master.

- Johnny!

- Yeah, Johnny!

- Johnny boy!

- Johnny Boy!

Now listen

Oh, we're stepping out

I'm gonna turn around

Gonna turn around once

and we'll do the Eagle Rock

Whoa, mamma

Oh, your rocking swell

Hmm, yeah, you do it so well

Well, we do it so well

when we do the Eagle Rock

Mamma, oh!

Yeah, you're rocking fine

Why don't you give me a sign?

Hmm, just give me a sign

and we'll do the Eagle Rock

Hey, hey, hey

Good old Eagle Rock's

here to stay

I'm just crazy

'bout the way we move

Doing the Eagle Rock...

Good morning.

Bloody Americans.

Hey!

- Did you see that?

- Red Dog.

- He almost got run over.

- Nah, he was hitchhiking, mate.

That was hitchhiking?

Once you pick him up,

he remembers

and thinks it's his right

to demand a ride any time.

Pushy bloke,

no doubt about it.

What? He only does that

to people that he knows?

Of course not.

Just the ones he likes.

You can

climb a mountain

You can swim a sea

You can jump into the fire

But you'll never be free...

You can shake me up

Or I can break you down

Whoa, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Whoa, oh-oh, oh-oh...

Hey, what do you think

you're doing?!

Go on, get off my bike.

Go on, go on. Get!

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