12 Dog Days of Christmas Page #3

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'cause he's so old.

And this here is Boomer.

He really likes

to roughhouse.

Probably belongs

more in a frat house

than around children.

And our little lady Sadie here

has a ton of skin allergies,

so whoever takes her

is gonna have to pay

for her shots.

Poor Poppy.

We think that she was

abused and abandoned

by her prior owner.

And we're pretty sure

it was a man

because she's

terrified of them.

So she's afraid of all men?

Yeah.

That's so sad.

And finally, there's Petunia,

our longest-running resident.

She's been here

for over two years now.

How did

she get here anyway?

It was before I started

working here,

but Blair told me that the woman

who brought her in said

she saw her and her mom

in a ditch

filled with water

the day before.

She's pretty sure

Petunia's mom abandoned her

because she was too weak

to climb out of the ditch.

She nearly drowned in there.

Well, she's not weak anymore.

And besides, how was

she not already adopted?

She's easily the sweetest dog

in here.

Only...

She's not pretty or perfect?

Not all of us can be

like Hillary, huh, Petunia?

I was actually gonna say

that she is

kind of perfect.

Maybe people are just

too blind to see it.

Okay, so I have

the perfect idea

for where we can start

trying to find homes

for these dogs

first thing tomorrow.

You want to come?

We could really use

your persuasive skills.

Huh, Petunia?

Yeah, sure.

in need of a home

for the holidays,

and we thought

if you would be

so kind as to let us,

maybe we could try

and find homes for them

by doing some sort

of doggie adoption day here.

We? Who's we?

Me and J-- Jack!

Oh, no, not you again!

No way, miss.

Forget it.

Any luck?

Nope, we went 0 for 11.

Not even a nibble.

Well, don't let one bad day

get you down.

You know, it's Christmastime.

It's the season

of miracles and hope.

You are frighteningly

optimistic, Blair.

Well, maybe if we all

get in the Christmas spirit,

it might help our chances,

you know?

Yeah, just gonna

be a lot more work

than I originally thought.

I guess we'll pick

a new neighborhood tomorrow

and see if we can place

any of the dogs there.

Jack, you hear

anything I just said?

Sure, sure, new location.

What are you studying?

It's for

my AP business course.

We're learning

target marketing.

Target marketing.

Yeah, you know,

where you target your product

to a particular market

that's perfect for it.

Oh, kinda like what I do

with my stain spray.

Yeah, I guess so.

It's too bad

we can't target-market

Petunia into

a good home too.

Jack, you're a genius.

Huh?

No, we target market

the unadoptable dogs

into new homes.

It's perfect.

So you're saying we use

what's keeping them

from being adopted

to our advantage.

Exactly, we turn

their negatives into positives.

Guys, these are dogs

we're talking about.

I don't think

it works like that.

No, no.

Wait, Hill, they--

they have a good point.

Take the twins for example.

They're super-hyper,

so maybe we need

to find a family

with super-hyper kids

to keep up with them, right?

Exactly.

(Jack)

Target marketing,

I love it.

Thank you

for helping me spawn

this amazing idea with

that book of yours, Hillary.

I can feel your intellect

rubbing off on me

as we speak.

Here, let me

help you there.

Wouldn't want you to fall.

(scoffs)

What?

Nothing.

No, not nothing.

You did that "pfft" thing

like you always do.

Me? No,

I didn't say anything.

Why are you

such a wet spot?

Why are you such

a dirty floor?

You know, you really do

have a way with people, Jack.

While some

might call it charm,

I'd call it selfish,

self-absorbed egotism.

Well, considering

my parents left me

when I was a kid,

I have no real family,

no place to call home--

unless you're considering

the nine different foster homes

I've been in

over the last seven years--

yeah, I guess I am selfish.

Hard not to be

focused on yourself

when all you have

is yourself.

I'm sorry, I didn't know

how rough you had it.

No, I don't want

your pity party.

Just do what you promised,

and fix me up with your sister.

Fine, you help us

target-market

the rest of these dogs

into the right homes,

and I'll get you

your date.

Good.

Ooh, ooh, yeah

I get caught up

in all the hustle and bustle

Of holiday glee

Won't be long

till we're opening presents

Under the tree

(dog snarls)

I love this time

of year

And I know why

Christmas is better

with two

I just want to share

this moment with you

Christmas is

better with two

I just want to share

this moment

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, wah, ah, ah, ah

You came along

Like a winter song

Now, I sing

as the Christmas lights spin

Around, and around,

and around

Oh

(Blair)

So you have about 10 more days

till Christmas Eve,

and only about seven dogs

left to find homes for?

That's not bad, guys.

I still think the odds

are against us, though.

We've got dogs

with much bigger problems

than the ones

we placed today.

It's gonna take

a Christmas miracle

to find homes for the rest

of these pups.

Well, good thing

one of us believes

in Christmas miracles.

Hey, guys,

just bringing Boomer back.

I can't stay, though,

I gotta run to rehearsal.

Uh, Jack, would you mind

taking a picture of me?

We need a good one for

the Christmas pageant flyer.

Boomer, get your big,

hairy butt out of my picture.

Guys, I just got

a great idea

of how we can get

these dogs adopted.

How?

We host our very own

doggie adoption day,

like, a few days

before Christmas,

hire a photographer

to take pictures

of kids with

some dogs, Santa,

maybe even a pretty

Christmas elf.

That sounds

like a great idea.

That sounds expensive.

No, wait.

What if we got it

at the community center?

I used to volunteer there,

so I'm sure

they'd let us borrow

the space for an adoption day.

And maybe some of the other

pageant elves can come too.

What a great idea, Jack.

Hillary, how do

you always get people

to do things for you

for free?

I don't know,

I guess I'm just--

Hillary.

And hooray for Hillary!

(dog barking)

(door closes)

Sorry, Jack,

dinner's already been served.

Are there any leftovers?

We were gonna tell you

about the move.

We were just trying

to figure out how.

Moving's my middle

name, Josie.

Should have been really easy

for you and old Lou.

It's Trevor and Tony

that I'm worried about.

So we found a family

who's interested

in taking Trevor and Tony.

Really sweet couple.

They live in that fancy

gated community, Honey Brook?

Even have a cute little pug

to play with.

So they might be interested

in taking the boys

before Christmas.

Wow.

So I won't see the boys

for Christmas.

Jack, we'd like you

to think about coming

with us if you want.

(door closes)

(bully)

What up, Frankie?

What you got in the bag?

(laughs)

Give him back the bag.

This don't concern you, Jack.

Hand over the bag now!

Look, I don't wanna

fight you, Jack.

Come on, Terry,

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