As the brilliant orange sun began peeking its head over the horizon, dawn awakened another day. A soft breeze drifting across the river barely disturbed the foliage covering the ground or the leaves of nearby trees. The only sounds filling the air were songbirds welcoming the new day and the ripple of water.
In a building sitting close to a brook, several unclaimed and unwanted animals were awaking in their respective cages and stalls.
A brown and white collie opened his eyes. Startled by a pair of eyes staring back at him, the collie fumbled as he hurried to all fours. He immediately discovered they belonged to a greyhound. Looking about his surroundings, the collie was baffled.
In dog language the collie asked, "Say, Grey, where are we?"
"My name isn't Grey. It's Silver Glo De'Poloma," the female responded.
"Nice to meet ya, Silver. In certain circles I was known as Dawg Eyes."
"Was?"
"Huh? Oh ... uh ... slip of the tongue. I'm not real alert when I first wake up." Walking to the front of the pen, Randy asked, "So, what is this place? It gives me the distinct impression this is some sort of jail."
"Are you trying to be funny?"
"Not at all. I'm just trying to figure out where I am and why I'm here," Randy explained. Sitting on his haunches, the collie raised a back leg. In rapid movements, he scratched behind his head while mumbling, "I think an angel got his wires crossed and put be down in the wrong place."
"What was that? I have a slight hearing problem, Dawg Eyes. You'll have to speak up."
"I said, I'm serious. I don't know where we are or why we're confined in this stall."
The greyhound walked up next to the collie and brushed the side of her head against the side of the collie's head. Uncomfortable, Randy jumped up and moved away.
"Hey! No offense, Silver, but I'm not looking for a girlfriend."
"Silly boy. I'm old enough to be your mother. I was just trying to comfort you."
"Comfort me? Why?"
"I know how traumatic it was for me when I first got here. It must be the same for you? That's probably why you can't remember where you are."
Deciding to just agree in hopes of receiving an answer, the collie nodded.
"My owner gave me up because I could no longer compete in the racing world. The old legs just aren't the runners they once were," she complained.
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Someone keeps breaking into an elderly woman's home and running away with her jewelry. Or are they? As the local police scoff believing she is just senile and unsupported by a daughter who thinks she needs to be placed in a retirement home, once again Randall and Jay are sent to earth as Dawg Eyes and Chipper to find out what is really going on.
