On another day, Carl and his human and dog friends were taking a walk through the city park. Dug was sniffing around, looking for something to play with, or even someone.
"I suppose Dug must really love looking, or sniffing, I should say, for another animal to chase or pounce on," remarked Carl.
"Yeah," said Russell, "I'll bet Dug loves all kinds of animals, don't you, Dug?"
Dug looked at them. His puppy-dog eyes twinkled. "Oh, yes," he said, "Even dogs believe in loving their neighbors, and the animal kingdom is my neighbor. Why, I can even love a cat, and without chasing it away in the process. It's a lot of fun to see a - SQUIRREL!" he suddenly shouted, as a bushy-tailed little creature dashed past them. Dug immediately gave chase.
Carl and Russell followed, Russell finding it easier than Carl to keep up. Dug chased the little thing, shouting, "SQUIRREL!" repeatedly as he ran. At last, he pounced on and got the squirrel.
But Dug was too nice a dog. He wouldn't harm a fly. He let the panicking animal go after catching it.
"Wow! Look at that, Mr. Fredricksen!" Russell said to Carl as the old man slowly caught up, huffing and puffing.
"Good job, Dug," he complimented the dog. "Now I know firsthand what it's like for you and your pals to be distracted by a squirrel."
"Thank you, master," said Dug, "I love to have fun, but I aim to please, too."