12 Dog Days of Christmas Page #5

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with her being in a wheelchair.

Come on, Mr. Banks.

You and I both know

that Molly

is one of the most

capable people that there is.

And honestly, I don't want

to beg you or anything,

but Clementine

needs a home right now.

Otherwise, she'll be

euthanized before Christmas.

Well.

Truth is I haven't

had time to find Molly

a proper present anyway,

So... perhaps you might have

just saved my behind as well.

Now, why don't you come inside

for some hot cocoa,

help me put up this tree,

and tell me what kind of forms

we need to fill out

for your friend here

before Molly gets back home?

Thanks, I really

appreciate it.

Don't mention it.

It's just great

to see the kind of man

you turned out

to be, Jack.

I'm sure Molly'd

be thrilled to hear it too.

(phone rings)

Rose's Animal Shelter,

happy holidays.

How can I help you?

Yeah, we got

a few grade-A adoptees left,

but technically,

we're closed.

Yeah, we could

drive over there tonight.

Yeah, it would be a special

holiday delivery.

She's smart, wonderful

with kids, and super nice.

Yeah, I think she'd be

a great addition to your family.

1450 Fairview.

Be there in, like,

15 minutes sharp.

So spill,

which dog do they want?

I think we found

Petunia a home.

Hello.

Hello.

My name's Jack, and this is

my kennel comrade Ryan,

and this right here

is beautiful, old Petunia.

She's here to spread Christmas

joy to your family.

Well, uh...

She's the sweetest dog ever.

She's housebroken, smart,

and great with kids.

Plus, she does tricks.

Petunia, sit.

Petunia, shake hands.

Petunia, dance?

I'm sorry, I think

we're gonna have to pass.

It's just not the kind

of dog we're looking

to surprise

our children with, okay?

She's not an it,

she's a she.

And what kind of dog

are you looking to get?

I don't know,

maybe a puppy perhaps,

something fluffy,

something that won't

scare them half to death

every time it looks back

at them, you know?

At least let me pay you

for your time.

Take your money

and shove it--

Jack!

Don't.

Right back

into your pocket, sir.

Come on, Petunia,

we're leaving.

(Petunia squeals)

Hey, what's the point of that?

I'm angry, okay?

Well, look,

you scared Petunia.

She's shaking, she loves you.

You shouldn't

do that to her.

Okay, I'm sorry, Tunie.

I didn't mean

to scare you.

You forgive me?

I'm sure she already has.

Not like you even tried

apologizing to me.

So, um, what about

my date with Hillary?

Still working on that, or--

Sorry.

She's been super swamped

with that big Christmas play,

and I've been

a little preoccupied

trying to find homes

for all these dogs, remember?

Can't it wait till after

Christmas, Mr. Impatient?

As long as

I get to kiss her

on New Year's Eve night...

I suppose.

Spare me the details.

The thought of kissing you

makes me wanna ralph.

Why are you such

a hater, anyways?

Don't you date boys?

I'll date a boy when I find

a decent boy to date.

I bet you're into those

hipster types, aren't you?

No, just preferably

someone real

who's into

the same things as me.

What? Like, Shakespeare?

I don't just

like Shakespeare.

I'm into other stuff too--

J.K. Rowling, Sedaris,

Sybil, Stephen King.

I have all kinds

of tastes in books.

Wait, I like

Stephen King too.

Yeah? Better not tell

Hillary that.

She thinks anyone

who reads his stuff

is prone to violence.

(scoffs)

That's kinda silly.

On the other hand,

you did see

what I did to that

trash can earlier, right?

Yeah.

(sneezes)

Thank you so much

for everything, Blair.

I-- I couldn't have kept

this place alive

as long as I have

without your help.

Of course, Miss Rose,

we-- we did our best.

We sure tried, didn't we?

Yeah.

Oh.

(sneezes)

Thank you, Blair.

(door opens)

(door closes)

So that's the lady

that owns the place,

the one you told me

was allergic to dogs?

Yeah, that was Miss Rose.

Poor lady, she's a mess.

Oh, even with all the dogs

almost gone,

I can still

barely breathe in here.

Maybe this was

a bad idea.

Just one more breed.

See? No allergens

with this breed.

Totally hypoallergenic.

I didn't even know

we had a hairless here.

How precious is she?

The only thing is,

Miss Rose,

she's got just about

as many allergies as you do.

Do you think

you're gonna be able

to keep up her allergy

shots regularly?

Oh, I've got a deal

over with Dr. George,

the local vet?

As much business

as we've brought him

through the years,

it shouldn't be

a problem at all.

Little miss.

Sadie... her name is Sadie.

Sadie... I love it,

and her.

Thanks so much, guys.

You've done so much

for these poor pups,

and I'm just never gonna be able

to thank you enough.

And I know

you're gonna find homes

for all the rest of them

tomorrow night.

(sneezes)

(chuckles)

Night, Jack.

Night, Blair--

night, "Cryan."

Night, Jackson.

Jackson.

Merry Christmas, son.

Oh, it's good

to see you.

Look how big you've gotten,

you're a man now.

Hi, Mom.

So what are you doing

in this neighborhood?

Are they fostering you

around here now?

No, just grabbing

some last-minute supplies

for this dog shelter event

I'm helping out with

over at the community center.

Oh, look at you,

Mr. Do-Gooder.

Working for

an animal shelter?

You're working on

some silly merit badge

or something?

Real funny, Mom,

mock my progress.

Great parenting.

I'm just kidding.

Lighten up, goodness.

Hey, I saw your dad

a couple of months ago.

Where, jail?

How'd you know?

He's still a mess,

but I'm doing better.

I've been sober

for three whole days now.

What are you going to do

with the malt liquor

in your bag then?

I am celebrating.

Who are you, my AA rep?

Goodness.

(chuckles)

So how's your foster family

treating you?

I don't know.

They want me to move

with them to Arizona.

You're thinking about it.

But you know, you could always

move in with me.

Yeah, right.

No, no, I'm serious.

Really?

For sure.

Do you have any plans

for Christmas?

Well, you know,

I don't know.

I've got this party thing,

So the day

before Christmas Eve.

I can do that.

So, um, where do

you want to meet?

Goodness, I don't know.

Maybe we could meet

at that old diner

on Seventh?

3:
00 p.m.?

That sounds great.

Merry Christmas, son.

(laughs)

So you guys think

we'll find homes

for our last three friends

tonight at our big event?

I sure hope so

since we haven't had much luck

with these three,

even with all the marketing.

I'm fairly sure

with Hillary at the helm,

with her elf girl costume,

some friends,

we'll have no problem

finding homes for those pups.

Hey, I placed a few dogs

myself in recent days too.

Ryan, dear,

two is not a few.

Look up the definition.

Anyways, I guess

you did all right.

Whoa, you called her Ryan

instead of "Cryan."

Like a whole new side

of Jack we've never seen before.

I suppose I'm trying

to backpedal a bit,

maybe get off

the naughty list

before Christmas Eve.

Fat chance, you can't

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