Readers, friends, fellow doggies, here is the final and happy making entry in my big adventure saga.
Dennis the Vizsla was able to summon his remote control private jet for us to begin transport back to our various estates.
Out on the tarmac, I saw that all my pals, including Khyra, Norwood, Twinkie, Frankie, and even Loki were back to normal.
What had caused them to go so wrong? What had caused them to turn on the Mango and join The Beast on her mission to create Mango and El'bow and Anakin foodables?
I can only assume, that like the vibrating lady on that picture box, True Blood, she bewitched them. But with her gone, they were no longer functioning robots, but just regular doggies (at least I didn't stumble upon them in a nekked orgy like the humans on that very HBO show). Ick, some things cannot be unseen.
That Dennis private jet is bigger than it looks. Hey! I guess he picked up Chrome and Zep from the amusements park.
Unaccustomed to free champagne, Frankie overindulged and, well, guess she won't remember much of the flight.
Tank, well, he seemed a bit disappointed with our adventure. Most ungrateful, but perhaps he and Miss Mercy have made a connection.
PeeWee and Norwood volunteered to pilot with Twinkie to assist. Tanner, on the other hand, opted to travel home in his own peculiar way.
As for me? I settled in with El'bow, Anakin, and the ladies for a nice, comfy ride.
But what of The Beast, you ask?
What could have caused her to leave her enterprise with such haste?
Checking my peemail, I saw a message from the Wolfies with photos enclosed....
Seems now that alien dog Groucho has recovered from his boo boo he decided to invite The Beast out on a date.
And the start of a new business enterprise.