Pointing the way home.
What is it that Tim has in his pockets?
"One small step for a dog ..."
"Is this heaven? Maybe Iowa?"
"Just chillin'. What are you up to?"
"I can fly!"
"For breakfast or supper?"
He meant Metallica.
It was a dark and stormy night ...
Enough chatter, time for work.
"Do you have balls here? Mine is kind of worn out."
"Hold on, we have to find the exact right place to do our business."
"Could you please do my nails while you're at it?"
"I gotta work on my landings."
"There goes the neighborhood."
"Ze van, ze van. Boss, it's ze van."
"Do I have enough?"
"Um, don't forget a new ball for me."
"Good night, and see you in the morning."
"Do you smell that? I've been in here for a while."
"Ah, four on the floor again."
"What, you aren't coming with?"
"Dude, did you step in something? Your shoes stink."
What treasures await within?
Grandpa tries to exit early.
Double the fun.
"Better stand back."
"Wait, what? You expect me to jump down from way up here?"
"Lady, your shoelaces are blinding me."
"About time I got a pit stop."
"Is that my new house? Where will the other dogs live?"
The weary traveler.
Hunter. He's way cool.
"Is that a cat over there? Lemme check it out for you."
"Hey, lady, we don't know you. Where you taking us?"
"Honest, there were four dogs in here when I left to come back."
"Whoa, I feel like the Greatest American Hero."
"You have cats here?"
"What's with the dog made out of scrap metal?"
Lots of new smells for our new residents.