Dog-Boy 11: Barking Up the Wrong Babe
Last time we saw Dog-Boy caged for not being able to contain his canine aggression. Sprung by the fiery redheaded Rondy, she and Dog-Boy drove off into the sunset to live happily ever after. But for how long?
"Gee, Rondy, I'm real glad you bailed me out of jail, but why'd you do it? I thought you hated me," said Dog-Boy.
"Don't be dopey," shot back Rondy as she kept her eyes on the road and her hands on the steering wheel.
"I don't hate ya, Dog-Boy, it's just sometimes you frustrate me is all. I know you got the heart of a dog, but I need you to stop sniffing up other trees and start paying attention to just me, ya hear?"
Rondy waited for a response, but when none came she looked over to the passenger seat to see Dog-Boy with his head out the window and his tongue hanging out of his head.
She hit the brakes.
"Ya see!" she shouted. "You're not paying any attention to me. Again! Well, you can just walk the rest of the way home, Mista!"
Dog-Boy leapt from the car and sheepishly tried to offer an apology, but Rondy sped off before he could say anything.
"Just great," Dog-Boy said to himself, "You just had to go and let the animal take control again. You really are a dope."
Just then Dog-Boy caught a glimpse of something black out of the corner of his eye. It was the black cat with the white whiskers that had been tormenting him for the past few days. With no one else around, Dog-Boy threw caution to the wind and let his canine nature do the thinking yet again. He began to bark uncontrollably and took off running after the feline. Down a neighborhood street and around a corner they ran and right to a tall tree. The cat quickly dashed up the tree and all Dog-Boy could do was stand at the bottom, Jumping up and down trying to reach his prey in futility.
"Oh, thank you," came a lilting voice from behind him and Dog-Boy turned to see a pretty young woman with short dark hair in a flipped up-do and a blue bow.
"Oh, hel- hello," Dog-Boy stammered. "I was just trying to… rescue this cat here."
"I know," said the lady. "And I'm so glad you found him. He's my cat, you see. Oh, my name is Trixie by the way."
"Hello," said Dog-Boy, bashfully.
"Are… are you gonna bring him down?" asked Trixie after a few seconds.
"Oh, sure," said Dog-Boy.
He turned to the tree and looked up at the cat with a scowl. He was going to have to learn to control the dog within and now was a perfect opportunity to start. Awkwardly, he began climbing up the branches like a human being and was soon face to face with his enemy. Reluctantly he reached out and grabbed the animal as it hissed at him, then carefully he made his way back down. He held the cat at arm's length as he presented it to its owner.
"Thank you!" squealed Trixie, and she gave Dog-Boy a kiss on the cheek.
"Wow," he said.
As she cuddled her cat, Trixie gave Dog-Boy a coy look. "My hero. How would you like to go out tonight? " she asked.
"Why, I guess so," said Dog-Boy, remembering Rondy and how she seemed to want nothing to do with him now. "What did you have in mind?"
"How's about bowling?" said Trixie. "My sister just got a new job at a place called Alley Kats. We could meet there at six o' clock."
"Sounds swell," said Dog-Boy.
Trixie smiled.
"But first there's one thing I oughta know about you," she said. "What's your name?"
Dog-Boy smiled back.
"Well, you can just call me… Dog-Boy."
Will Dog-Boy boy be able to reconcile his bow-wow behavior in time to make his date with the oddly alluring Trixie? Will Rondy ever want to let him curl up at her footboard again? Find out!