The Ugly Dachshund Page #2

her three pups and...

Say...

- Uh, oh, no, no, Doc.

- Oh, well, now...

just so the dachsie

could wet-nurse him?

Mnh-mnh, not interested, sorry.

Oh, no, wait,

don't get me wrong, now.

I'm not trying to sell him.

I'd be glad to give him away

just to keep him alive.

No, no, absolutely not, Doc.

Mnh-mnh.

Well, I guess you're right.

No place for a Great Dane

with a family that likes

dachsies, anyway, huh?

Here, see what

you can do with him.

- Well, d...

- I'll go get your pups.

- [Barking softly]

- Oh, well, okay.

One drop at a time.

Oh, yeah, okay.

Well, now, wait, wait.

Hold on, there, fella.

Hold on, there.

Come here, come here.

Here.

Hey, come on,

take some of this, now.

Come on, now, get it down.

That's one.

[Horn honking]

Oh, Mark, I thought

you'd never get here!

Fran, wait just a minute.

Oh, Danke, I bet you're glad

to be home again, huh?

Look, Fran, there's something

I have to tell you.

Oh, my three little darlings...

- [Barking softly]

- Danke!

- Mark, she had another puppy.

- [Chuckles]

- Well, yes, sort of.

- Why didn't Doc Pruitt call us?

Uh, well, he...

honey, this dog here...

Oh, isn't she funny-looking?

She's a he.

What do you mean,

funny-looking?

- Well, different...

- Well, yeah, it's different.

But, well, I guess it's because

he was born later, huh?

Mark, it's getting too chilly

for the puppies out here.

Why don't you bring them in?

I'll warm some milk for Danke.

Fran, honey,

I have to tell you this...

You know, Mark, you really ought

to be nicer to Danke now.

- Why?

- For having a boy puppy.

He's what you always wanted,

isn't he?

Yeah... he sure is.

Come on in, fella.

Dinner's ready.

Rover...

Prince...

Butch! Come here, Butch!

Come here, fella!

[Dogs barking softly]

Hi, how are things

in the nursery?

Fine.

Good, good.

Mark, do you think

that puppy's all right?

Which one?

The male.

Something seems wrong to me.

Well, what's the matter

with him?

Haven't you noticed

his head and his feet

are all out of proportion?

Mark, he is positively ugly.

Well, I... I wouldn't say

that he was ugly.

Well, I suppose he'll change

when he grows up.

Oh, yeah, yeah, he...

he'll change, dear,

he certainly will.

Hey, what do you think

it should be?

What do I think

what should be?

His name.

We gotta have a name for him.

Oh, I don't know.

You pick it. I've run dry.

Yeah, okay. How about, um...

But, Mark, nothing like, um,

Sport or Butch or Rover.

I mean, that dog has

champion bloodlines.

Well, it should be a name

with some kind of... dignity.

How about Brutus?

[Laughing] Brutus?

Yeah, that has dignity

and nobility to it.

Brutus.

I mean, it has a... a... uh,

solidity and strength about it.

It's, uh... Brutus.

You know?

I like that.

Well, it's up to you, dear,

but, frankly,

it doesn't sound much

like a dachshund to me.

Oh, no, no, it doesn't

sound like a, uh...

Sounds like a champion,

though.

[Telephone rings]

- Hello?

- DR. PRUITT:
Hello, Mark.

Oh, hello, Doc.

- How are the dachsies?

- Well, they're just fine, Doc.

- And the Dane?

- Yeah, no, he's great, too.

No feeding problems at all.

No, no, no objections.

How's Mrs. Garrison taking it?

As a matter of fact,

I haven't told her yet, Doc.

- She's not blind.

- Well, I know she's not blind.

He must be getting

pretty big by now.

I figure I've still got

a couple of days.

They're not even out

of the basket yet, Doc,

I want to give her

a chance to like it, you know?

FRAN:
Mark!

Um... uh, uh, uh,

the preliminary sketches

I'm working on right now,

Mr. Dayton,

and I should have them

by the end of the week.

Thank you.

I'll see you then. Bye.

Am I interrupting you?

Uh, no, no, dear,

Nothing important.

Harry Dayton

is a little nervous

about that cover

I'm doing for his magazine.

Oh, is this it?

Uh, well, that's one

of my ideas, yeah.

Why, those are

the dachsies, huh?

- Uh-huh.

- Well, that's sweet.

But, uh,

what is that big thing

they're staring at

so adoringly?

Well, that... that's a, uh...

I haven't decided yet,

actually.

It's... it's a larger

animal of some kind,

you know, for contrast.

Oh, yeah, that's...

that's a good idea.

You know, a... a Great Dane

might be effective.

- You really think so?

- Mm-hmm...

but you should be using Danke

and the puppies for models.

[Chuckling] They're a little

too small for that yet, dear.

[Chuckling]

Well, you haven't noticed

how fast they're growing.

Come on, girls.

[Barking]

Well, how about that?

They're out of the basket.

[Whining]

And Brutus...

Well, will you look

at him, huh?

Hey, look at the way he's...

...he's growing.

- [Fran chuckles]

- Kind of like a weed, huh?

Or like a Great Dane.

Now, just hang on a minute...

Just hold on there, now,

for a minute, Fran.

I can explain everything.

Like you've been explaining

for the last couple of weeks?

"There's nothing wrong.

He's not different.

It's just that

he was born later."

- I didn't say that. You did.

- Well, what do you say now?

You still gonna tell me

that's a dachshund?

I didn't say that, Fran.

Not once did I say

that was a dachshund.

No, no.

You were sneaky about it.

You took advantage of me, Mark.

I never thought you could be

that deceitful and sneaky.

Oh, now, come on.

You could have

come out like a man

and told me you were gonna

bring that dog home

instead of hiding it,

smuggling it in

with the puppies, Mark.

Sneaky, sneaky, sneaky!

Okay, okay!

I'm sneaky, but...

Mark, I really never thought

that you could do something...

that... sneaky!

Well, If you'll give me

just a minute, I'll tell you.

- I don't believe you.

- You haven't heard me yet!

Well, I'm never gonna

believe you again.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Well, for goodness sakes.

I'll fix it.

- Fran... Fran, if I hadn't...

- [Brutus yipping]

- Come here, little fella.

- [Whines]

If I hadn't brought

this poor little puppy home,

he would have starved.

- Starved?

- That's right.

Came from a big litter,

couldn't get enough to eat,

and... and, Fran,

his own mother pushed him away.

- No!

- That's right.

Oh, poor Brutus.

Oh...

When Danke had her pups, well,

she had too much milk, so, uh,

Dr. Pruitt asked

if she couldn't wet-nurse him

till he was weaned, that's all.

I tell you, I... I just didn't

have the heart to refuse,

I really didn't, and I'm sure

you wouldn't have, either.

Oh, of course not.

Oh, poor Brutus,

I'm sorry for all

the nasty things I said.

Then you agree

I did the right thing, hmm?

Oh, Mark, don't you think

I have any heart at all?

I'm sorry, darling,

I should have known.

Then we can keep him, huh?

Certainly not.

He's been weaned.

He and Doc Pruitt will get along

just fine now, sweet baby.

Come on, Danke!

[Claps]

- Come on, girls.

- [Barking]

He's a fine little fella, Doc.

Hope you find a good home

for him, huh?

- Hey, Doc?

- Hmm?

His name's Brutus.

Brutus.

Yeah.

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