The Ugly Dachshund Page #5

the nasty things I said.

Then you agree

I did the right thing, hmm?

Oh, Mark, don't you think

I have any heart at all?

I'm sorry, darling,

I should have known.

Then we can keep him, huh?

Certainly not.

He's been weaned.

He and Doc Pruitt will get along

just fine now, sweet baby.

Come on, Danke!

[Claps]

- Come on, girls.

- [Barking]

He's a fine little fella, Doc.

Hope you find a good home

for him, huh?

- Hey, Doc?

- Hmm?

His name's Brutus.

Brutus.

Yeah.

[Engine turns over]

- Mark?

- Uh-huh?

Here's your lunch.

Oh, okay, just, uh,

set her down there.

- How's it going?

- Terrible, terrible...

haven't had a decent idea

all morning.

Working, working away...

nothing happening.

Four weeks

and you're still angry, hmm?

Angry about what?

Brutus.

That is ridiculous!

You see? You see?

You are angry.

Fran, I'm not a child, you know.

I mean, when I say I'm not

angry, I'm not angry.

You forgot the cream.

Do you know how you have been

acting lately, hmm?

So cold and distant.

You hardly ever talk to me,

you never smile.

[Sighs] That bad, huh?

[Chuckling] Worse.

- I am a heel.

- Mmm...

I apologize.

And I don't have any more

problems about dogs.

Mmm...

- Okay?

- Okay.

- [Whining]

- Mmm... mmm...

To make it official, we are

gonna spruce up tonight.

We're gonna go out on the town,

we're gonna see a show,

gonna have dinner,

put our glad rags on.

Well, I, uh,

I have a class tonight.

Mmm, a class in what?

In grooming.

Are you kidding?

You look beautiful.

Uh, for dachshunds.

Dachshunds?!

Well, we could

celebrate tomorrow.

You know, tomorrow

is your birthday.

That's really something

to celeb...

You're angry again,

right? Huh?

No.

No, I'm not angry.

See, I'm smiling.

Okay, tomorrow it is.

But right now, why don't you

get out of here,

let me eat my lunch,

and get some work done, hmm?

[Barking, whining]

[Barks]

[Whining, barking]

Fran, I brought the car

around front!

[Fran humming

"Happy Birthday"]

Hey, what's going on?

It's darn near 6: 15.

A birthday calls

for champagne.

That's very nice of you, dear,

but we don't have time.

They won't hold our table

past 7:
00.

Oh, we have plenty of time...

all evening...

because we're staying home.

We're what?

I thought we'd have

a private party of our own.

Yeah, but, honey,

what about the reservations?

And I got tickets

for the Philharmonic.

Oh, Mark, it'll be

so much nicer here...

just us, so cozy.

Oh... [Chuckling]

On second thought,

that's not a very bad idea.

[Chuckling] I thought

you might say that.

To you, my dear.

Besides, we couldn't

possibly celebrate

without the dachsies.

- [Coughing]

- Oh, Mark!

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