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 …
At first, all seems well; I emerge from the Doghouse of Justice and find a human race going on. I grab my tennis ball and join in. Oddly enough, the human racers are also carrying tennis balls, but I unwisely dismiss this as a mere coincidence.
After easily defeating the human racers, I am invited to a post-race party, where they make me a startling offer which I, of course, accept:
At last, flyball has received the recognition it deserves by being included in the Olympics! I immediately implement a most grueling training regimen, in which I easily and repeatedly score the best times on the team. It is only as we near the end of the training season that my offhand remark leads to a devastating revelation:
Not only have my dreams of Olympic glory been crushed, but I am so thrown off my stride that one of the humans actually finishes before me!
Obviously my meddling in the ways of ancient Rome have led directly to this horrible state of affairs. I must find a way to rectify the situation without somehow making it worse. I will find a way! Because I am Dennis the Vizsla, and I never give up.