Alexandra: “So you’re not aliens who are here to harvest our brains?” Batman: “No. I’m Batman and this is my sidekick, the Dog Wonder.” Lulu: “I hired you, remember? How am I the sidekick here?” Batman: “Now, Dog Wonder, it’s bad form for heroes to quibble about credit in front of the helpless civilians.”
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay welkum to the sunday awards and meem show!!! we ar no live frum owr old set in the dining rum after beeing deported and having owr passports revokd dooring owr whirld toor but dont wurry i wil find sum noo way to mayk the show intresting agin!!! i am thinking abowt bringing in a prodooser!!! ha ha just kidding!!!
As you may recall, on Sunday we had about a two-hour daylight visit from a skunk that was mostly just lying there like a lump, but that occasionally stirred itself to stumble around a bit. By the time we got someone to come out to collect it — or more accurately, to explain that he was not under contract to collect it — it had disappeared. Monday we had torrential rain and howling wind all day, and the skunk did not put in a reappearance. Yesterday it turned up again. To quote Monty Python, “I’ll tell you what’s wrong with it — it’s dead, that’s what’s wrong with it.”
Last week, Spiny Norman and I faced seemingly certain doom as our fighter jet fell apart in the middle of a training exercise-turned-dogfight against Maverick and his sidekick Mark Greene. As we plummeted toward the ground, all hope seemed lost; but surely this cannot be the end for Dennis the Vizsla, can it?