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?
Returning to his position in the stands, the emperor commands that the gladiatorial combat recommence:
However, Maximus has crafted a plan to free us from the emperor’s domination. I have no idea what the plan is, but fervently hope it involves finally throwing the Chuckit ball.
Then the brutal game resumes … or does it?
Then, at the last moment, Maximus pivots and flings the Chuckit ball into the stands, directly at the emperor!
With my well-developed flyball muscles, and in my eagerness to catch the ball, I easily make it to the emperor’s box in a few bounds, before he or his guards have time to react!
Even one as corrupt and evil as this emperor cannot resist the influence of vizsla kisses, and he soon has a change of heart about his barbaric enterprise here in the Colosseum.
With my work here done, I bid farewell to my new flyball-playing friends and return to the Doghouse of Justice, where I once again set a course for the present day. Hopefully this time the damaged machinery will work properly, and return me to the correct place and time. But if not, I will deal with whatever comes next; because I am Dennis the Vizsla, and I never give up.