In Space, No One Can Hear You Fart
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay wel i seem to be having a bit of trouble gitting my projekt to sayv the erth frum tuckers flatchoolense off the grownd
Observed Around The Field Near Dennis’s House
back to the fyootcher!!!
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay wel i hav sekyoord the vakyoom kleener to the doghowse of justiss and now i just need to sekyoor the doghowse of justiss to doc browns delorean and then with the kombined power of both time macheens and the spayse travel capabiliteez of the doghowse i wil be aybel to sayv the wurld frum tuckers flatchoolense chek it owt!!!
(Mostly) Merry Christmas!
Planet of the What Now?
Due to either a malfunction in the Doghouse of Justice’s guidance system or the unraveling of the space-time continuum, I have found myself not back at the university, but instead, stranded on some deserted beach. Under other circumstances I would simply return to the Doghouse of Justice and leave this forsaken place, but unfortunately it seems that coming here has drained its power supplies, leaving it immobile. I find myself stranded here with a strange, half-dressed, squinty-faced, heavily-armed fellow who seems to be suffering from some sort of paranoia. But is he paranoid? Or merely prudent? Soon enough, the answer will be revealed …
Planet of the Kongleks
Having been more or less abducted by the mysterious Doctor, I have now traveled with him to the far-off Planet Petco, where I have been assured that we will receive a hero’s greeting, not to mention any number of free stuffies. But when we exit the TARDIS, our welcome is not as the Doctor predicted. Not in the slightest.
the golden paw!!!
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay gess wot my noo frends the texas sun dogs hav dun sumthing noo its a buffay style award ware yoo get to chuze the wun yoo want so i pikd the golden paw award to reflekt the viktry of the skwirrel patrol and the doghowse of justiss over the ninja hedjhog army!!!!