PUPSTERMINATE!!!

After being “rescued” from the clown wizard’s dungeon by the mysterious Doctor Who, I have found myself whisked off across the galaxy inside what appears to be an extremely technologically sophisticated phone booth.  I am not sure what exactly the Doctor’s purpose is in keeping me aboard his ship; as far as I can see, his interstellar wanderings are even more aimless than mine were when I was first taken aboard an alien spacecraft nearly one year ago.  But I cannot convince him to return me to the university, and so I must make the best of an extremely odd situation.

At least the Doctor has finally named a destination, now that he has repaired the Rassilon Imprimature, whatever that is. I have never heard of the Planet Petco, but to hear the Doctor tell it, it is a wonderland of squeak toys, rawhide, and rubber chews. I suppose there are worse places we could go.

At the Doctor’s request, I go off in search of the Companions’ Closet. The interior of this police box or, as the Doctor calls it, the TARDIS, is mind-bogglingly vast, and I spend a good deal of time trying to find the racquetball court. When I finally locate it and return to the control room, I find that the Doctor has undergone yet another metamorphosis.

After yet another baffling conversation, the Doctor announces that we have materialized at our destination, the distant Planet Petco. Evidently our mission here is to return an alien artifact to the ruler of this land.

The Doctor seems to feel that he is regarded as a hero on this world, and apparently, he is correct; I can dimly make out noises from outside the TARDIS. It sounds as if a large crowd is cheering our arrival. The inhabitants of Planet Petco must be rejoicing at the return of the Doctor and the Rawhide Chew of Power.

Well, a hero’s welcome is nothing new for me, so I do not begrudge the Doctor his moment of adulation. Perhaps, as his companion, I will be able to prevail upon the locals to use their own technology to send me home. Because I am Dennis the Vizsla, and I never give up.

20 Comments on “PUPSTERMINATE!!!

  1. You have such excellent adventures! And maybe if you are lucky you can come back AFTER the fireworks are over.

    Woof!
    Sophy

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  2. Your adventures are what I love about you, Dennis. So brave, so dashing!

    Happy Whatever it is, wherever you are!

    Kisses,
    Stella

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  3. Hai Dennis, is dem kongs goin to attack yoo or da doctor crazy guy? Acuz dey wud look pawsome stickin out of my mouf wif sum treats in em! heh

    OHBOYOHBOYOHBOY!!

    ::springs in my feet::
    ::springs in my feet::

    I is Jake!

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  4. I think the Khuz’s should march on the Kong’s…

    Hugz&Khysses,
    Khyra
    PeeEssWoo: Happy FoURth!

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  5. oh Dennis, You do make my Mum laugh. I wish she wouldn’t though cos it beed obvious you be in deep peril and I for one be very worried!

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  6. Happy 5th of July Dennis. This is a funny story, I hope you are not going to be in too much trouble now….

    I do like Petco, they have same great stuff there for kitties too

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  7. I do hope that is a kilt you’re wearing. Otherwise that photo could go along with the entire Denise thingy.

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  8. Happy Fourth Dennis!!! Hey have you been to the secret park lately? We went last Tues and it was very nice. But they have new signs! Hugs Joey and Kealani

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  9. Dennis, that Dr. Who fella seems to be off his meds. Remember, the first rule in dealing with a mental patient is to avoid joining them in their delusion! I think that you should wrap him in a nice snuggly strait-jacket until he snaps out of it.

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  10. Nice dress Denise The Vizsla
    Dalek Kongs are a nice touch….

    “We are a superior chew toy!!!”

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