After showing the ancient Romans the error of their barbaric gladiatorial combat and introducing them to the wonderful dog sports of agility, fetch, and flyball, I departed from Rome in the Doghouse of Justice, heading back to my own time in the present. However, my ship has once again fallen short of the mark, this time depositing me in England as the 1924 Olympics are coming up. And here, I discover that I have changed history in a most disturbing way …
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay wel yoo may remember that sum time ago i wuz investigayting evidense as to wether or not dada wuz in kahoots with the ninja hedjhogs and at the time i wuz unaybel to proov it eether way however my seekret sorse hoo has in the past supplied me with fotografik evidense of dadas chekkerd past has forwarded me this pikcher of dada frum yeerz and yeerz ago chek it owt:
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay wel yoo may hav wunderd ware we wer going in that viddyo ware mama so kroolly mayd us wayt at the door wel i can tel yoo we wer going to see my buddy todd!!! now hoo is my buddy todd yoo ask??? wel my buddy todd isnt a hoo its more of a wot kind of like mongo frum the faymus dokyoomentry blayzing saddels eksept wareaz mongo wuz just a verry lardj man my buddy todd is a park check it owt it has got trees:
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay wel so for a fyoo days mama and dada hav ben trying to figger owt why my sister trixie wuz gitting mats on her bakside and why smelt a littel funny but now they no it is becuz i hav ben peeing on her wen we go owtside!!! hay it is only fare she is mine so i hav to pee on her rite??? unfortchoonatly mama and dada dont understand how theez things ar suppozd to wurk
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay thats rite its time for the sunday awards and meem show!!! now as yoo may rekall i reesently tryed to up the produkshun valyooz of the show by hiring a prodooser but that effert went a littel bit awri however i hav come up with an eeven better way to improov the show i hav brawt in the faymus minstrel bert bockarock to rite me a theem song!!!
My attempt to restore some dignity to the Romans has failed, as the emperor himself emerged to take away my stuffie and put a stop to my efforts to get a nice game of fetch going. It looks as if I will not get the chance to chase the Chuckit ball, or even go for a nice walk. Or will I?