I already had to deal with the untimely demise of Buzz. I refuse to go through the same thing with the little spotted dog. I hope that Rusty appreciates what the little guy is doing for him, and I hope that he keeps running (even though it looks like he's decided to play a little soccer with the Jack Elrod Ball). Oh, little spotted dog, I don't even know what kind of dog you are, but I hope that you're a good fighter, or a fast runner (or are at least faster than Moe and Larry over there because they certainly aren't going to be thinking about doing what's in your best interest if they catch you). Your courage in the face of such danger as this is to be admired, and so, little spotted dog, I salute you. (Now where is Mark, that horse he was riding, and Andy?)
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