Fellow here again: I wanted to tell you about how I once rescued the Doggie Gang but Pop Long Dog said I better start with how I got into some trouble that helped me save them. You see, I love all the juicy give-aways I can get from places with people and food. Little kids are always eager to hand over their hot dogs, donuts and pretty much anything else. I think one of the moms called the Dog Catcher, or maybe it was the guy in the park whose milkshake was just sitting there in his hand while he slept, or it could have been the tattle-tale who told the guy that I was helping myself. Anyway, there I was, trotting along, when suddenly there was a net over me and I was dumped into the back of a van with bars on the windows! Next thing I knew, I was in a cage in a place called Dog Pound. I howled myself to sleep that night. Next day, Mr. D’Silvo said if I got myself in there again, he’d leave me there!
Not long after that, I was lagging behind while the Doggie Gang had fun in the surf. Suddenly there was a commotion of nets and nooses in front of me and the others were hauled off to that van jail. Since I had experience with Dog Pound jail, it was up to me to rescue them, to save them from that even nastier place called The Laboratory that my Beagle jail mate from before had told me about. I had to sneak inside where I let all of the dogs loose, with my unique ears, of course. Boy, were those Dog Catchers upset! Our wild escape was great adventure, though.
