Back at the pound, Strudel's robotic assistant Toyoshiko and her two squirrel helpers Mr. Nut Nut and Sparky come and greet Yakov. "Hello, friend," Toyoshiko says. "We've built a surprise for you."

The little black pup's face lights up. "A surprise?"

"It's right over here." Mr. Nut Nut leads him over to the back corner of the yard where the Pound Puppies and Kennel Kittens' houses are, and motions toward a blue doghouse with an onion-shaped roof and Yakov's name over the door. "Your very own doghouse for your stay here."

An excited look crosses Yakov's face. "Oh, it's beautiful! It reminds me of my old doghouse back in zee old country. Thank you all so weddy much, you are so weddy kind!"

"Well, you're quite welcome," Sparky replies. "Anything for a friend."

"The little black pup sighs blissfully. "What a vonderful country, everyone ees so nice here."

A concerned look crosses Lucky's face. "Well, not everyone is nice here."

"Yeah," Fluffy adds. "There are a few rotten apples in the bunch."

"Such as a certain Mr. Milton Feltwaddle!" Squeak motions toward Shelter 13 down the street.

"But lately, he hasn't been giving us much trouble." Ace states.

At the pound across the street, a very strung-out looking Feltwaddle traipses out the front door, with his nephew Morton and Dot Henderson, owner of the Pound Puppies and Kennel Kittens following close behind. "Dogs, dogs, barking dogs, lots of barking dogs," Feltwaddle says in a jittery manner. "The dogs keep barking and barking and barking...I CAN'T STAND IT!"

Morton claps his hands over his ears. "I couldn't agree more, Uncle Milton."

At that moment, the town doctor walks up to them. "It's a giant dog!" Feltwaddle exclaims.

"No, Mr. Feltwaddle," Dot replies accommodatingly. "This is the doctor."

"Hmm," the doctor muses. "He definitely seems to be having a nervous breakdown. I recommend taking a vacation far away from any dogs."

"Good idea, Dr. Morris." Dot replies. She picks up a cell phone and calls a taxi, which arrives minutes later to pick the three of them up. As Feltwaddle seats himself in the back, Niblet hops up on the car and gives a big howl.

"Ohh, dogs, DOGS!" Feltwaddle exclaims.

"Don't worry, Uncle Milton," Morton reassures him. "We'll be out of here in no time." upon which the taxi drives away.

The dogs and cats look on in amazement. "Wow, looks like Ol' Feltwaddle's losin' his mind." Squirt states.

"Ooh, that's a shame," Cookie replies. "Because he didn't have much to begin with."

Niblet turns to Strudel. "So, y'really think he's havin' a nervous breakdown?"

"Breakdown, maybe, nervous, no."

Dot waves from the back window of the taxi as it leaves. "Goodbye, guys. Take care, be good and be happy!"

Lucky turns to Cookie. "Without Feltwaddle here, we'll certainly be very happy!" Cookie nods in agreement.