It was early morning and Doctor Howl had just heard
the news that some dogs with blue collars had attacked one
of his dog catching teams, rescued a dog from them, and
caused the institute’s truck to crash. He was not a happy
camper as he talked to two dejected employees in his
office. “How could this happen?” he asked. “Do you realize
people will stop abandoning their dogs in the triangle if
they’re rescued and returned to them?”
The two men tried to explain their situation, but
Doctor Howl just wouldn’t accept any excuses, instead
assigning them to new jobs. “You two are lucky you’re not
fired. Report to the dog kennel clean up crew
immediately,” demanded Doctor Howl.
“Yes sir,” said the two terrorized workers.
As the workers left the office, Doctor Howl ranted,
“No way is a motley bunch of old blue collar dogs going to
shut down my operation.”
In the middle of the night, the gang relocated to an
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old house down the street from the bungalow. It was in
very dilapidated condition, but had a basement. Now it was
morning and the gang was down in the basement where
there was still a strong skunk odor in the air. “I still smell
like a skunk,” complained Astro.
“You and everyone else,” said Wiley with a wrinkled
nose. Wiley, the only one who didn’t look like he had taken
a mud bath, was attempting to get everyone’s attention.
“All right, we had to move, but this is a better place.”
“Hey, the basement is great,” agreed Duke.
Gibraltar, who was nosing around in one corner of the
basement, shouted, “Over here there’s an entrance to a
hidden tunnel.”
Buster noticed that Wiley was unsuccessfully trying
to get everyone’s attention, and said loudly, “Listen up. We
need to get on with the program.” Immediately, the gang
stopped milling around and was quiet. “Bouncer, you had
some military training, and I’m putting you in charge of a
sentry system so we have no more visitors, including
skunks,” ordered Buster.
Wiley then took over the meeting. “Yesterday Rex
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was our first rescue,” he said proudly. “We have many dogs
to save before our work is done,” he proclaimed.
“You can bet on that,” agreed Astro.
The next day, a lone stray dog, a pint-sized
Chihuahua named Moose, was strutting down the middle of
the Canine Triangle with a very determined look on his
face. He appeared to know where he was going. A short
distance away, a white van was sitting under a tree with
two dog catchers watching Moose. “Let's scoop the little
guy up,” said the driver.
“I'll get him,” answered the determined co-worker.
At the same moment, the Blue Collar gang was
observing the white van from their vantage point behind an
old broken down bus, and realized the little Chihuahua was
walking into a trap. “Cocky little guy,” noted Bouncer.
As the white van slowly approached the Chihuahua,
Wiley gave the attack command. “Go get him.” Suddenly
out of nowhere, the Blue Collar gang swooped onto the
street and encircled the little dog.
“Friend, we're here to help you,” yelled Gibraltar
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“Hurry! Follow us,” hollered Duke and Astro.
Moose, who was not about to run off with a pack of
dogs at the drop of a hat, snapped, “Hey, man, I don't need
your help. I know where I'm going.”
Wiley quickly pointed out Moose’s dilemma. “You're
not going far. See those guys in that van coming down the
street? They're about to pick you up.”
Moose looked up at the two dog catchers in the van
headed for him with angry expressions on their faces and
back at the gang of blue collar dogs protecting him. It was a
no-brainer. “Let's vamoose,” shouted Moose. The gang
surrounded Moose and moved quickly down the street to
the amazement of the dog catchers. “I can’t believe what
I’m seeing,” said the driver.
At the same time, the other dog catcher checked in his
rear view mirror and saw Buster urinating on the van's rear
tire, then walking off. “I can’t either,” he said with disgust.
When the gang rendezvoused at Kate’s New Life
rescue home, Moose went up to Wiley and said matter-offactly,
“Hey, I'm Moose. My family will be looking for me.
So I need to be out on the street so they can see me.”
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The gang, which had gathered around Moose, had
heard this line before and they looked at each other
skeptically. “I know Moose. But if they're going find you,
you have to stay here,” explained Wiley.
“I can take care of myself,” Moose said confidently.
Buster stared down at Moose. “Have you ever been
out on your own?” he asked. “Well, ahh, no I haven’t,”
Moose stammered.
“You can take off if you want,” said Wiley. “But I see
you have dog tags. Kate, the rescue lady here, would be
able to call your family.”
Just then Kate saw the gathering in the rear yard and
came out of the house to find out what was happening.
When she caught up with the gang, she finally saw Moose
in the middle. “I see we have a new guest,” she declared.
Moose took a serious look at Kate and he could tell
that she was interested in his welfare. He also realized
everyone wanted to help him. “Ok, ok. I'll give her a
chance. Thanks, you guys.”
The gang left the restless but pleased Moose and
headed down the alley for the hideout. Meanwhile, Maggie,
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from a distance, had kept a keen eye on the situation. She
caught-up with Wiley and asked, “Where is your new
hideout?”
hideout?”
“Come on, I’ll show you,” said Wiley.
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