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Alien Dog Attack Part 9

“Welcome to Shorty’s Ranch and Pet! How may I help you today?”

“Hello, Madge.  You’re in a fine mood today.  Get a raise or something?”

“Nope. Getting ready for Chick Days.  You know how I love Chick Days.” Madge leans to me and whispers. “My favorite part is that I get to take home the ones that don’t sell.  Madge’s Famous Friday Night Football Tailgate Chicken doesn’t happen by magic, you know!

“Yeah, yeah,” I answer.  “Shorty here?”

“I am right HERE!” a short bald head appears from behind the candy rack at the checkout counter. “What are you blind as well as stupid?”  He walks around the counter, swinging his rigid left leg along on each stride with his good right leg.  “How can Shorty’s Ranch and Pet be of service to you today, my simple-minded friend?”

“Shorty, I got a big problem?”

“And that’s supposed to be news to me?”

“Come on, Shorty.  This is serious.”  I follow him as he walks down the aisle toward the office.  I lower my voice “Shorty, I got an Alien Attack Dog with laser beam eyes at the house preparing for a full-scale alien dog invasion.  And, it has taken my kids hostage to keep me from trying to stop it.”

Shorty stops and looks back at me. “You are serious, aren’t you?”


He rubs his hand across his bald head. “You know, I have heard of these kinds of things, you know, through the Ranch and Pet industry chat groups.  But, I never thought anything like that would happen HERE. ” He shakes his head, “And it has those sweet darling children of your wife’s”

“I need some help fighting this thing, Shorty.”

“I hear you and I’m in.  What you thinking?”

“Well, the way I figure everything has a weakness, hasn’t it?   I was thinking, Achilles had his tendon, Napoleon had his Waterloo, The Wolf Man had silver bullets, Michael Jordan had baseball, Scooby-Doo had Scooby Snacks….then BANG it hit me like a rock!  Could the AAD share the same weakness with millions and millions of earth dogs, that insatiable desire for dog treats?  That’s when I hopped in the car and drove out here.”

“That is some pretty slick thinking, there.  Sounds a little crazy, but I think it might work.”  Shorty turns and limps to the pet aisle, his head bobbing up and down with each stride.  “Follow me, I think I have the planet’s perfect dog treat right here on my shelf.”

He hands me a bag.  I read the label “Science Diet Simple Essentials Chicken Flavored Dog Treats.”  I look down to Shorty.  “These good?”

“Dang straight these are good.  Dogs can’t resist them, well, at least earth dogs, that I know for sure.”

“Well, thanks, Shorty” I shake his hand and walk away. “Wish me luck.”

Shorty watches me walk back down toward the checkout counter. “Good luck and don’t worry”,  He pauses for a minute, looks toward Madge helping a customer in the garden tool section. “Madge will put that on your tab when she gets a chance.”

I shake my head and walk out the door, reading the label on the bag of Science Diet Simple Essentials Chicken Flavored Dog Treats, “Dogs can’t resist!”  I open the Nissan’s door and scan the skies,  “I sure hope they can’t…”


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Alien Dog Attack Part 8

What to do now? The Hays teenagers are held captive by the Alien Attack Dog (which, if you have teenagers, may not be the worse place in the world for them.  If we get out of this thing alive, I might have to borrow that gravity-rock-shackle-thingy).   Big Bad Bud has presented ridiculous demands for his “unique” services.  And the future of the world as we know it lies in the balance.  I close up Chucky the Wonder hamster’s exer-globe and, without thinking, toss it to the ground.  Big Bad Bud senses easy prey and shoots from the garage smack into the hamster globe, which rolls down the sidewalk, bounces off the fence and into the driveway.  With Bud in hot pursuit,  Chucky the Wonder Hamster regains his senses notices the killer feline bouncing after him and takes off running down the street in the plastic globe passing old Mrs. Johnson in her 1972 Pontiac Bonneville on Washington Street.   Well, at least that gets Bud and Chucky out of my hair for a few minutes so I can try to think of a way out of this impending doom.

Let me think…let me think…  Everything has a weakness, hasn’t it?   Achilles had his tendon, Napoleon had his Waterloo, The Wolf Man had silver bullets, Michael Jordan had baseball, Scooby-Doo had Scooby Snacks….wait a minute!  Could it be that easy?  Could the AAD share the same weakness with millions and millions of earth dogs, that insatiable desire for dog treats?  It could be the answer!  It went gaga over the green tennis ball, didn’t it?  Quickly, I jump into the 1992 Nissan and head to the Ranch and Pet to pick up what could be the answer mankind so desperately needs, Science Diet Dog Treats!

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Alien Dog Attack Part 7

As I sit on the back porch, contemplating the demands set forth by Big Bad Bud,  the hamster ball is thrown out the hole in the laser beam blown side of the house.  Chucky the Wonder Hamster rushes frantically around the back of the house in his exer-globe to find me.  Inside of the ball, (besides Chucky the Wonder Hamster, of course) I find a letter and photo enclosed…

Dear Human,
It was a grave error to contact the filthy, evil feline for assistance.  I have taken your humans as prisoners from the Hays House.  They young earthlings are currently safe and held under the gravitational shackles of the guardian stone.  Do not mistake those facial expressions for smiles of joy, they are facial expressions formed from the incredibly painful weight of the guardian stone.  They are being held in a secret location until you cease and desist communication with the filthy, evil feline and surrender your planet to the Wonder Dogs from Outer Space.  Do not attempt a rescue.  Do not attempt to call your human law enforcement or military representatives.  Their powers are worthless compared to the WonDogs.  Victory is inevitable, surrender your planet within 48 hours, or else…

Alien Attack Dog

T minus 48 hours and counting…


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Alien Dog Attack #6

Big Bad Bud looks at me sideways (with his good eye, that is).  I explain the danger we are in from the imminent attack of the planet by Alien Attack Dog (AAD) and the army of laser-beam-eye canines from outer space. I tell him of my plan to have him use his cat kill skills to take out the AAD.  Again he looks at me (with his good eye, that is), jumps down off my lap and bounds into the garage. He returns to the back porch in several minutes carrying a note (don’t ask, it’s Bud). I unfold the note and read.

I will agree to help rid the humans of that dirty, uncouth, smelly dog, if and only if, the following conditions are met.

1. Cut out the Best Choice Cat Food and mix in some Little Friskies or some Meow Mix already.

2. A bird feeder in the yard, stocked daily with the finest wild bird seed and placed at a height of no more than 2.5 feet off the ground.
3. Squirrel feeders on every tree in the neighborhood.

Whoa, Bud!  #1 is do-able.  #2 a maybe, but 2.5 feet off the ground? Come on, Bud…at least give yourself a challenge.  #3, what the heck, Bud?

As intimidating as the AAD is, I have to think on these. I can’t imagine the backlash from the animal kingdom if I agree to these terms. Oh, boy…

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Alien Dog Attack #5

It is unmistakably evident that we are on our own.  It is the Hays House against the Alien Attack Dog (AAD).  Right now all is quiet as the AAD has moved into some sort of activity in the Room Formerly Known As The Man Room, now converted into the Ladies Lounge, Crafting Center and Sewing Annex.  I am a bit curious what the AAD is doing in the Room Formerly Known As The Man Room, so I sneak out the back door around the side of the house to look through the window of the RFKAT Man Room.  The AAD is dragging MY blue plastic Panasonic TV, the one with a rotary 13 channel VHF selector and vice grip clamps for the missing UHF selector, out of the RFKAT Man Room closet by way of the rabbit-ear antennae in its jaws.  OH NO!  It has found the secret stash of Man Treasure!

What is the AAD doing with the Man Treasure?  I look around on the floor a noticed other pieces.  The Nintendo 64, a 9V battery hooked to a small light bulb, the keyboard to the IBM PS2 computer (with the 8 MB Hard Drive!), the dot matrix printer with paper, a suitcase-sized VHS/DVD combo player and the box of VHS tapes and DVD archiving 9 years of CCCHS Tiger Football.  The AAD starts to configure and hard wire all the pieces together.

I rack my brain trying to figure out what it is up to.  No Manilow involved thank goodness.  Hey maybe the AAD is trying to replace the TV it zapped into oblivion to the tune of Taylor Swift on CMT.  Maybe the AAD is not so evil after all.  It finishes the connections, then switches on the TV by pulling the ON/OFF switch out.  The AAD fiddles with the N64, inserts some of the media into the players and a scratchy image begins to appear on the TV screen in black and white (but since the Panasonic Blue Plastic TV is B&W, no surprise there).  The image is of another alien dog with laser beam ocular weapons.  It is sending messages back to headquarters!  It is reporting the preparations are almost complete and the full Alien Dog Invasion can begin with 24 hours!

We are doomed.  I pound on the window and scream at the AAD to stop.  The AAD turns to the window and fires a laser beam shot, blowing out the window.  I dive to the ground out of harm’s way and crawl back around to the back patio where I flop into a patio chair.   Just as I am about to give up in utter desperation, around the corner of the garage casually strolls a cat.  I perk up.  Hope for mankind has just jumped in my lap.  This is nor ordinary household feline.  It is Big Bad Bud!  Bud, we are counting on your skillset.


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