Oh Heavenly Dog Page #4

gonna have to separate.

Not that I want to, mind you. I mean,

we've hardly given it a fair chance...

but I've got this job to do and,

anyway, what can it all come to?

Another time,

another place.

Let's face it. I'm a dog now

and you're still a person.

Granted, one of the

most wonderful persons I've ever known...

but, I mean, really,

what can it come to?

You don't happen to know

any foxy little poodles, do you?

Miss Howard. Did you have a nice trip?

How was Paris?

Terrific. Warm for this time

of year, actually.

Oh, would you get my suitcase

from the boot and I'll get the dog. B.J.?

- B. J...!

- Please. This is

hard enough without tears.

One lousy left turn. She couldn't

make one left turn. All right.

What is this?

Great.

Pink scarf. Why do women

insist on doing things like this?

What am I gonna do with this?

Untie it?

I'm having enough of an identity crisis

without some womars pink scarf.

- Okay. Now we're looking good.

- [Bus Rumbling]

Racist.

[Sighs]

Well, here goes nothing.

Oh, hi. Maybe you remember me.

I was killed here.

[Groans]

Thank you.

Enjoyed it.

A simple "no" would have been just fine.

Two for two.

So much for the direct approach.

Wait a minute.

There's gotta be another way.

Mm-hmm. Uh-huh.

# Once there was a way #

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

That's it.

[Barking]

Wait a minute. I like cats.

At least I used to.

[Freddie Thinking] Oh, it's you.

Higgins told me you were coming.

- I know that voice. I know that voice.

- It's me, dummy.

Kitty, kitty.

I'm a Returnable too.

Freddie?

- I'm afraid so.

- You mean I can hear you think?

The Lord works

in mysterious ways.

But then doesn't

everybody up there?

- What happened?

- Oh, you won't believe this...

but about six blocks

from where I left you the other day...

I took this shortcut through

this one-way alley, and, well...

I never guessed a truck that big

could get into an alley that small.

My car looks like

a bottle cap.

They had to take me

to the Returnable desk in a baggy.

- Uh-huh.

- Anyway, Patricia Elliot's

kitchen window...

is the one with

the porcelain albatross on the sill.

- Freddie.

- The latch is broken, so there's

no problem getting in.

- No, Freddie.

- I went up there to steal some

food from her refrigerator.

A little bitey-poo?

But everything's rotted since she died.

Well, I gotta run.

- I just love your big brown eyes.

- Mm-hmm. Good-bye, Freddie.

Maybe I'll see ya later.

If you see Higgins, tell him

never mind about sending the rats.

I tried one of them

and I just don't like 'em.

That is truly awful.

This lady is very unusual.

Was very unusual.

I wish I had some idea

what I was looking for.

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