After being betrayed by my supposed ally, George the shirtless gun-toting nearsighted human, I have found myself dragged off to a dank dungeon cell deep beneath the planet of the stuffies. Here, I am told, I will await my fate, which will be decided by a judgment passed by the Elder Stuffies. If the behavior of the other stuffies is any indication, I cannot begin to hope for a fair hearing from these creatures. Meanwhile, their scientists are no doubt probing the technology of the Doghouse of Justice. I must escape before these horrible creatures learn how to use it and are unleashed upon an unsuspecting universe …
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay wel it shoor is troo that wun loozes trak of time in prizzin i cant remember if we hav ben lokd up for wun day or too days or like a day and a haff or wot however things hav gotten intresting with the arrival of flat tonys ant wot has come to bayl him owt altho for sum reezon he duznt seem to want to go with her:
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay wel i am not so shoor that having tucker drive the majik flying coaster wuz sutch a gud ideea as he appeerz to be a bit of a ledfut and also has a problem with impuls control wen confrunted by awthority figgers chek it owt:
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay even tho i agreed to kooperayt with the nice man frum mash and his frend wot is kind of skware and tasitern they stil lokd me up in prizzin!!! they say it is for my own protekshun but i am not shoor hoo they ar protekting me frum sinse the mini macgyvers ar all in jail too ennyway i dont like beeing in jail becuz yoo cant reely run verry mutch oh wel i hope i git a nice sellmayt this time and not that crazy rabbit agin!!!
Hello, good readers. This is Tucker the Vizsla. Recently some strange and disturbing digital pictures have surfaced here, published by my so-called “brother” Dennis the Other Vizsla, along with scurrilous commentary and wildly unfounded accusations. Do Dennis’s charges stand up to scrutiny, or are they just more of his usual crazed ramblings? Let’s investigate. Come, Trixie — the game’s afoot!
Just as it seemed that I was about to be freed from this dungeon by the high-powered New York attorney, my fast-talking cellmate convinced him that he was Dennis the Vizsla, despite the fact that he is clearly a rabbit while I am clearly a dog. With the success of this ruse, I am relegated to confinement here in this dank, dark prison cell. Or am I?
After coming within yards of the underground kingdom of the gophers, my graduate assistant Mutt and I were prevented from entering that fabled realm by the untimely arrival of two FBI agents determined to find out all the details of my adventures that began with my discovery of the Kong of the Gods and ended when I returned to Earth courtesy of the crew of the Heart of Gold. Despite my pleas to be allowed to finish my work underground before being taken into custody, they insisted that Mutt and I accompany them back to FBI headquarters. Mutt, being underage, was soon released, while I, despite being a famous scientist and archaeologist, was detained and subjected to a lengthy interrogation. What would these FBI agents do if they learned the truth? We will see …