In Memoriam

Mr. Nibbles: “You look like you have a question, friend Hipsters.”
Chaplin: “We don’t understand why we’re having a party for Dennis but he isn’t here for it.”
Spicoli: “Oh, little dudes, this isn’t a party. It’s a memorial service. And that’s how memorial services work. You know, just like the ones for Trouble and Tucker and Trixie.”

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a skolarly treetis on wot the hek has happend to my bakyard

hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay sum may hav notisd in reesent pikchers that my bakyard is not as green as it yoozed to be bak wen trixie wuz keeping it sayf frum eevil perpetraytors and yoo no wot??? its troo!!! the fotografik evidense is inkontrovertibul!!!

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my bak yard wunse upon a time wen trixie wuz in chardj
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my bak yard now that saya is in chardj

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Memorial Monday: The Beautiful Trixie

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Throwback (Thanksgiving) Thursday: Happy Thanksgiving (Almost) Every One

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i like daft punk and i kannot lie!!!

hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay wel as evrybuddy nos by now i liv neerby a verry lardj marine corps bayse heer in the mithikal sitty of oshunside if i reemember korrektly this bayse is kalld kamp paddington

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mary krismas!!!

hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay as yoo may remember sandy klawz and i hav had owr diffrenses in the past but i sent him a smooth tawking letter and we hav berreed the hatchit he even sent me a prezzent chek it owt!!!

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Repeat Thursday: Happy Thanksgiving (Almost) Every One

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The Doggies Never Say Die

Having found what may in fact be the entrance to the network of tunnels leading to pirate treasure, the Goonies and I have embarked on a dangerous journey of discovery and exploration in the fractured ground beneath the Goondocks. I am still skeptical that there is gold to be found here, but at least I have distracted that Data kid from his scheme to put me on display as a talking dog and sell tickets to slack-jawed spectators. Now I just have to find a way to get rid of him …

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