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Togetherness, the two of us together, it's the only place to be.

Togetherness, no matter what the weather, you can always count on me.

Me and you are stuck like glue, never coming apart.

You and me couldn't hurt a flea.

We're the same right down to the heart.

Togetherness, it's like nothing and it's something that's hard to find.

The two of us are so similar, you know that I can read your

mind.

And when the rain comes falling down, the sun will...

Dog psychic stuns experts.

Don't you worry, boy.

Everything's going to be all right.

Looks like he's the real thing, boy.

Mr. Morgan is a dog therapist.

He's been gifted with a psychic connection to canines.

So he can actually, he can read their thoughts and communicate with them.

And you'll sit your dog down for a consultation and see if he can't just

the heart of what's really bothering him.

Is this for real or what?

Oh, yes. Mr.

Morgan's been doing this for years. He's a very talented and sensitive

therapist.

Therapist, for crying out loud, why do I listen to you?

Oh, really? Well, I put that check in the mail last week.

Nothing in the envelope. I guess the check must have fallen out.

There's nothing going on in there.

Fifty bucks down the drain.

Well, maybe he communicates with his clients on a higher level.

That does it. I'm going in there.

No, you can't go in there.

What did I tell you? He's nothing but a big phony.

Oh. Well, we were making some real progress.

Progress? You were sleeping!

Well, that's how it may appear to the untrained eye. Well, let's see what it

looks like with a black eye.

You know, I'm sensing a lot of hostility here. And that could really cause some

serious psychological damage to Bosco, from which he may never recover.

And you're going to have to live with that.

Fine. Live with this.

I happen to be a personal friend of the mayor, and I'm going to have this place

closed down quicker than you can say cease and desist.

Get the dog, Emily.

like he really knows the mayor.

No, this is it. I've just had it, Jack.

It's too stressful.

Besides, I've already got a line on a job with more career potential.

What kind of job?

Drive -in hostess at the chicken bar.

You sure I can't talk you out of leaving?

Positive. What if I give you a raise?

I'd settle for what you already owe me, Jack.

I'm sure gonna miss you, Bernice.

A customer!

Come on, stop packing.

Jack Morgan?

At your service.

I'm Clive Windsor.

This is Calvin.

Hello. And this unhappy fellow is Lucky. He's been so upset and agitated lately.

I'm very concerned.

Yes, yes, I can see. He needs immediate attention.

Hmm.

Could be a chewing disorder.

Or tail anxiety.

Or both.

Bernice, when is my next open appointment?

You're clear till next Thanksgiving.

Well, looks like we have a cancellation. We can get started right away.

Please, please, make yourselves comfortable.

Bernice, the gentleman might like a cup of coffee.

So would I, to cross the street at the diner.

She's great.

Okay, well, come on, Lucky.

This won't take long.

Come on. This won't hurt a bit.

That's it, boy. Go ahead.

Here we go. Have a seat.

Oh, my

kid. Your head's as empty as a clear sky, isn't it?

Even if I could read your mind, all you'd be thinking about is chasing

and drinking out of a toilet.

You know, believe it or not, there was a time when I could actually do this.

For real.

I was just a kid.

Maybe it was some kind of genetic thing.

Well, whatever it was, it just faded away.

Man,

what was that?

I gotta get out of this office more often.

I've got to get some fresh air.

What the heck is going on?

Wait a second.

What are you looking at?

What are you up to?

All right.

All right, that's it. This session is officially over.

Oh, done already?

Yes, I'm having trouble getting through to him. I'm sorry, it's just not going

to work out.

Are you sure?

I'm positive. You know, maybe you should just see another dog therapist or a

veterinarian. Anybody but me.

Is Lucky all right?

I don't know. Is he sick? I don't...

He's worried about you.

Me?

He's sensing some hostility from two, no, three people in your own home.

How did you know about that?

Uh, to be honest with you, I have no idea.

Um, you know, it was probably just a lucky guess. Listen, you better leave.

Well, at least let me pay you for your information.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. No, I cut the session short. I'm not going to charge

a thing. No, no, I insist.

Now I understand what's been bothering Lucky.

Well, I'm glad I could help.

You have a remarkable gift, young man.

like a curse.

What happened in there?

It's the dog.

What, Winters?

Yeah, yeah, I just, I got a really weird vibe off him.

It kind of spooked me.

What are you talking about?

After all these years, he's the only one that I almost, he just rattled me.

Jackie, if you're talking about you know what, you haven't had that since you

were 14.

Oh, I see.

Jack, it's the mayor's office.

Well,

I happen to be a respected canine therapist.

Why are you laughing?

Listen, I provide a valuable service to the community.

Hello?

Well, fine.

Pick my bones while I'm down, you vultures.

I can't believe it.

This is totally unfair.

Uh, Mr. Morgan?

Remember me, Calvin Bridges?

Yes, yes, yes. You work for, um... Mr. Winter.

Right. I'm sorry.

Did I come at a bad time?

Oh, no, no, no, no. I'm just, um, remodeling.

Uh -huh.

What brings you here, Mr. Bridges? Oh.

Bad news, I'm afraid. Mr. Windsor passed away last week.

Oh, I'm very sorry.

He was such a nice old guy.

Yes, he was.

Now you're needed at the estate.

Why? Something to do with Lucky.

No, thanks.

Now, I really think you should reconsider it.

I told you, I want nothing to do with that. Now, this could be very much worth

your while.

Come on, let me drive you over.

No.

Why?

You got something better to do?

Well, I think we're ready to begin the

proceedings.

First, let me express my heartfelt condolences on the death of your Uncle

Windsor. Thank you, my dear.

It has indeed been very devastating.

It's been so difficult.

Please proceed.

Fine.

I, Clive Windsor, being of sound mind and body... You know right.

Do hereby bequeath my worldly possessions to my only living heirs as

Yes. To my nephew, Reuben, who never showed an interest in anything other

his own comfort.

I leave my favorite easy chair.

I always liked that chair.

You moron.

He's cut you out of his will.

Who's next?

To my niece, Margaret, whose greed is rivaled only by her vanity.

I leave one full length.

Mirror. And?

I'm afraid that's it.

It's mine!

It's mine!

What? Thank you, Uncle. Thank you. How dare he?

And to my sniveling nephew, Lyle, who has always been a big numbskull, I leave

nothing.

What? That's right, Lyle. Absolutely nothing.

Oh, that's what it says.

I think that just about covers it. Wait a minute.

Who gets the money?

The $64 million.

The $64 million has been placed in a trust fund. But who gets the money?

Mr. Bridges?

Mr. Bridges?

If it's not a house call, then why are we going to the Windsor estate? I told

you, I'm a very busy man. I'm practically a doctor.

You're meeting with Mr. Windsor's attorney.

His attorney?

Here we are.

This is the place?

I've seen smaller museums.

Is

that

him?

I'm Jack Morgan, the dog therapist.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm Jack Morgan.

I'm here to see Mr. Windsor's attorney.

That's me, Allison Kent.

You're the attorney?

Yes.

You seem surprised.

Uh, well, I am. I mean, I was.

Well... Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, great.

Good.

We have some business to discuss.

We do?

Nice place.

Perhaps you'd like to take a look around.

Yeah, sure.

I think I should tell you first of all to prepare yourself.

The situation that we're in here is a bit unusual.

In fact, I think it's safe to say it's the first of its kind.

When you met Mr. Windsor, I'm sure you noticed he was a very unique individual.

During his lifetime, he amassed a fortune of $64 million.

Well, that definitely qualifies as amassing.

You just met his only living heirs, who could best be described as... Pond scum?

Let's just say Mr. Windsor thought they were undeserving.

So, that's why Mr. Windsor decided to leave his entire estate to the only one

knew possessed enough heart.

And spirits, to enjoy the money properly.

His dog.

Lucky.

You're joking, right?

No, I'm not.

Wait a minute. How does a dog inherit money?

Well, the entire $64 million has been placed in a trust.

And you have been named trustee.

Lucky's permanent translator.

His legal voice in all matters regarding his whims and wishes for spending the

fortune. The dog will be in control of the assets.

And you will be working for him.

Me?

Apparently, Mr. Windsor was very impressed with you.

Really?

Okay, wait a minute, wait a minute.

Let's get this straight.

The dog and I have control of all the money?

That's right.

And all the property, including this mansion.

If you choose to become trustee.

Of course, it does require some duties on your part.

Oh.

Duties?

You'd have to live here.

Oh, gee.

And you'll have a full -time staff.

Ooh, a staff. I like the sound of that.

Now, are you sure this whole thing is legal?

Ironclad.

Unless, of course, the heirs can prove that you're mentally incompetent.

Oh, well, no problem there.

I mean, I am sharp as a tack.

Mr. Morgan?

Hmm?

So, is there anything else?

Well, there is the matter of money.

Here's some credit cards and cash to tide you over until we set up your bank

accounts.

Oh, excellent.

It's been very... interesting.

I think that takes care of things for now.

Yeah, well, drop by any time.

I'll see you later. I'll talk to you tomorrow.

I am master of the manor.

I'm lord of the castle.

I'm lord of the fly.

Lord of the dead!

I've never been rich before.

And it looks like I'm your new driver.

Great. I live upstairs on the west wing. I'll be more than happy to help you

find your bedroom.

Sure. I've never lived in a place that needed a tour guide before.

Oh, man, I've got a weird taste in my mouth.

You got a mint?

No. Man, it tastes like shoe leather.

Are you all right, Chief?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Okay.

Follow me.

Okay.

The old man knew exactly what he was doing. He was trying to teach her some

stupid lesson about the real world or something.

All I want to know is how do we get our money back?

According to the will, the only way to dissolve the trust is to prove that the

trustee, Mr.

Jack Morgan, is mentally incompetent. He claims to be a dog psychic. What more

proof do you need?

Can you do it?

Of course. Relax.

If it takes me more than a week, I'll retire.

But it's going to cost you.

How much?

Thirty percent.

What?

I think you said 30%. That's 30 % of our money.

Your money currently belongs to a dog.

30 % of squat is still squat. Do you want your house back or not? I cause

because I'm the best in the business. I can have you back in your mansion, on

your patio, with that dog and a barbecue spit in a couple of weeks, but 30 % is

what it'll cost.

Pick it or leave it.

Well, what do we do for money in the meantime?

You could always take a job.

All right.

Cut back on your spending.

Cut back?

How am I supposed to live?

I use an imported shampoo.

Well, you could wear that hat for a week.

No, no, no.

We need a court order to be able to get back into the house.

To be able to get our cars, our belongings.

Negative.

I don't want you going back there until after the trial.

I'm going for a motion here. I want to be able to tell the jury that you were

too traumatized to go back.

Don't worry.

You'll be back in your rooms in no time.

Oh, this is an outrage.

We have no credit cards, no cars.

I can't even imagine what kind of room we could rent for the amount of cash we

have on us.

What are we going to do?

Shh, shh, shh.

We'll consider the offer, Mr. Pfister.

Thank you.

Come on, let's go.

I can't stand the thought of that little creep in my home.

Heaven only knows what he's doing at this very moment.

Anybody see? He looks for his ass. He goes.

It's good.

Jack Hogan wins it again.

What an athlete. Good out there.

Oh, no.

Where's the ball?

Where's the ball?

I'm going in.

Look at these sheets.

At least they're clean.

But they're cotton.

This skin has never slept on anything less than 100 % silk. And I'm certainly

not about to start rubbing elbows with mattress buttons now.

This is unbearable. This is completely unacceptable.

How much longer can we be expected to endure this?

I suggest we take matters into our own hands.

Tell me, what do you have in mind?

Why pay that greedy attorney millions of dollars when we can handle the problem

ourselves? Yes, yes.

If lucky becomes unlucky, the money reverts to us.

You mean all we have to do is change the dog's name?

No.

If Lucky has an accident, we get all of it back.

Oh.

It's too risky.

Before we go that far, let's get the goods on that phony mutt lover.

Let's not forget we're down to our last quarter.

Can I use it for the vibrating bed, please?

I know it's strange, but Mr. Windsor was convinced. I know exactly how lucky he

wants the money spent.

I'm neat, and I'm tidy.

I eat the normal stuff at the normal times. There's nothing fancy about me. I

think you'll find I am just a normal... What?

What?

What did you say?

I beg your pardon?

You said something about going outside.

Outside? No.

You? No.

Oh.

What was I saying? You said you were normal and... That's right.

I am perfectly normal and... Hey, if you gotta go, you gotta go. Don't let me

stop you.

What?

You just said... I didn't say anything.

Are you sure?

I think I know.

Then you?

Nothing.

I want to go out.

Oh, right.

I'm a dog therapist.

I know that.

Will you excuse us for just a minute?

Can I talk to you?

I'm hearing you inside my head.

And you can understand me too, can't you?

Why didn't you tell me when we first met at the office?

All right, all right, maybe I wasn't listening, but I had a lot on my mind.

He's talking to the dog.

Very strange.

You don't understand.

After all these years, it's come back. Why now?

I knew this setup was too good to be true.

I know you need to go out. Just hold it, will you?

All right, listen.

I have been through this before, and it's no fun for me.

All right, all right, slow down, will you? I haven't done this since I was a

kid.

This could be worse than I thought.

All right.

Listen, I've got to ask you something.

Now, this is very important, so think it through carefully.

What's your personality like?

Do you get overexcited easily?

All right.

You don't strike me as the type that gets too hyper.

And that's good because it's very important to stay calm.

Whatever you do, you don't want to get too emotional.

Now, tail wagging is acceptable in moderation.

An occasional outbreak of barking or a token growl, it's fine too.

You just don't want to get too excited.

Because it's bad.

It's real bad.

Why is it bad?

You don't want to know.

People might think I'm nuts.

He's definitely nuts.

All right, all right already. I heard you the first two times.

You want to go out? We'll go out.

And don't think you're going to be barking out orders at me either.

That's not how it's going to work around here.

Are you listening to me?

Oh, come on. It's the same spot you circled three times now. Won't you

it yet?

Sorry. I didn't mean to throw off your concentration.

Oh. Oh, that's the spot, huh?

Great. I think you made a fine choice.

What?

Oh, for crying out loud, I'm not watching. I'm waiting.

All right, all right, no problem.

I guess I wouldn't want to be watched either.

Are you finished?

Hello?

What?

A bone?

All right, all right, just calm down. It's just a bone.

Stay calm.

Lucky, just relax, will you?

Hey, hey, come on. I thought you said you didn't get excited that easily.

You're all right. Oh, fine, fine. Just looking for a bone.

What?

A bone, a bone.

I need to find a bone. I buried a big, juicy bone out here a few nights ago,

I can't remember where it is.

It's driving me crazy.

I can just smell it. I know what's in here.

I can just taste it, too.

Hold the bone.

This could be gravy.

meat on it.

You need help.

Oh, baby, I could just chew on you all night. How dare you?

Oh, come here, you tasty morsel.

You guys have a good kick.

He is one thick puppy.

leaving now.

It's nothing personal, but I think you might be possessed by the devil or

something. So we're just going to go now.

Lucky, wake up. Hey, we gotta talk.

Hey, look at this place.

Look at you.

Look at me.

What did we do last night? Raid the city dump?

Wait, don't even answer that.

What did I get myself into?

All right, listen.

This is not gonna go on like this.

You understand?

You have got to concentrate on not getting excited and behaving yourself.

You got it?

All right, then.

$64 million.

Just keep reminding yourself of that.

I hate to interrupt.

Good morning.

Morning.

So, you, uh...

Talk to the dog, huh?

Yes, I do.

And he understands you?

I'm afraid so.

And you understand him?

That's right.

Okay. I see.

You know, I've known old Lucky here for a few years. Why don't you ask him why

he chewed up my brand new Italian leather gloves last week? You know, I'd

like to know that.

Well?

He says he couldn't resist.

He loves Italian food.

Is that so?

Well, I guess they would be pretty tasty at that.

Why don't you clean yourself up?

I'll make us a pot of coffee.

Thanks.

Walking garbage can.

So, uh, how weird did things get last night?

Let's just say that for the first time in my life, I locked my bedroom door and

slept with my light on.

That bad, huh?

You want to tell me what's going on here, Chief?

Not really.

Okay.

Okay, listen.

When Lucky gets excited, when he gets really, really excited...

his personality kind of jumps into me.

And then I kind of become him.

What?

You know, it's kind of like... like... channeling.

You become a dog?

Cold -nosed, car -chasing the works.

He expects me to believe this.

What? You think I'm making this up?

Hey, listen, Calvin.

I wouldn't blame you if you left.

I've been here 15 years.

I got a good thing going here. It's home.

I want it to stay that way, but if you keep on pretending to be Lassie, they're

going to run us out of here quicker than you can say Timmy fell down the well.

Can I fix you some breakfast?

Bacon, eggs, kibble?

No, thanks. I had too much garbage last night.

Hey, how about you, fella? You hungry?

No, he hasn't had much of an appetite since the night the old man died.

Here you go, Lucky.

Breakfast fit for a king.

You've got to eat, Lucky.

What's bothering you, pal?

Oh, not tonight, Lucky.

It's the coldest night of the year.

You know just how to get to me, don't you, boy?

Oh, wait a minute, wait a minute.

Oh, you'll be okay on your own.

Yeah.

Look, it wasn't your fault. He was an old man.

I know you miss him, but sooner or later, you've got to let him go.

Look, just try to remember the good times that you had together, like going

walks and riding in the car.

Those are the things that he left behind for you. That's what you have to hold

on to.

In the meantime, you've got to eat.

I know.

You need a change of scenery.

What do you say we go someplace?

Oh, you like that idea, huh? Okay, where do you want to go?

What? You want to go where?

Oh, no, not the mall.

Okay. All right, all right, all right, all right.

We've decided to go to the mall.

The mall.

Well, I'll bring the car around.

All right, all right, all right. Just don't get yourself all worked up, okay?

We're going to the mall.

Just stay calm.

if you're not, but are you by any chance the dog right now?

Hey, I'm covered in fur, aren't I? Who else would I be? Come on, let's...

That's right.

Hey, come on. What are we waiting for?

Let's get this bucket on the road.

I'm going to need a lot more money for this gig. I can see that right now.

I forgot to put a videotape in this thing.

You what?

Oh, he's coming after me. Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go. Go back there.

Hey, hey.

Don't move.

Come on.

We've lost them.

Yeah, well, it's time to stop pussyfooting around.

Don't you think it'll look a tad suspicious if something happens to the

soon? I pulled it off the first time, didn't I?

We'll break into the house and we'll get the mud tonight.

This time next week, we'll be sleeping in our own beds.

Everybody in sync?

Maybe I could make a deal with him.

The dog?

No.

Our Mr.

Morgan. Oh.

I'll use my irresistible charm.

Stop that.

Stop that.

I've already got a chew. Got a chew.

Got a chew. Huh?

Just happy bumps in the glove compartment.

Happy bumps. All right, all right. Happy bumps. All right.

All right already. Here, here.

What just happened?

You took another little trip to the rubber kennel.

Oh, man, we've got to figure out a way to keep Lucky from getting so excited.

Whatever you say, boss.

Hello?

Ah, yes, he is.

Yes, he is, Miss Kent. Just a minute.

Now, remember, you be careful or you're going to blow it for both of us. Yeah.

Hello, Allison?

Hi, how are you?

Sure, sure, I'd love to sign some more papers, but...

Well, right now, we're on our way to the mall.

Why don't you just meet us there?

Your daughter?

I didn't know you had a... We'll bring her along.

Yeah. Well, we're going to the pet store.

Where else is a dog in a shop?

Now, I hate to break it to you, Lucky, but dogs just don't buy furniture.

I mean, a new dish, maybe, or a studded collar.

It does look comfortable, but I don't need to try it. Look, it's your money.

you really like it, go ahead and buy it.

All right, all right, all right, all right. I'll try it. Relax.

Remember, you've got to stay cool.

Ooh, you're right. This is nice.

And the leather doesn't rub your fur the wrong way.

Get the dog off the sofa, please.

Oh, sorry, but he insists on checking it out before we buy it. It happens to be

our finest model.

$5 ,000.

What? Five grand for a sofa?

Are you sure?

Whatever you say.

We'll take it.

And that one.

And that one.

And the two red ones over by the door.

Oh, very well. We can make delivery next week.

No, I'm sorry. He wants them tomorrow or the deal's off.

Would a 10 o 'clock delivery be satisfactory?

Come on, make up your mind, Lucky.

I will take a pair of these, too.

Hey, here's a nice one.

Soft, squeaky.

Here, why don't you give it a test chew? See what you think.

Too squeaky?

Fine.

Ooh, here's something no home should be without, a green lamb chop.

What do you think?

Nah, I didn't like it either.

Ooh, look at this. Cheese -filled, smoky flavor.

Ooh, how about one of these?

Two of them?

Okay.

All of them?

All right.

I should taste test this stuff myself because I'll probably end up chewing on

most of it.

Now what?

Okay. This shopping spree is officially over.

Come on.

May I have him, Mom? I'll take care of him, I promise.

It's not that easy, honey.

An apartment's no place for a puppy. He needs a yard to play in.

Come back to the house with Dad. Here's the yarn and everything.

Nicole, you know we can't do that.

Hi.

Oh, what a cute puppy.

Did I say the wrong thing?

We don't have room for a puppy because my dad got the house. Nicole.

I'm not married.

He likes me. What's his name? Lucky.

And I'm Jack.

You know, I bet Lucky would love it if you came over to play sometime.

Really, can I, Mom?

We'll see, honey.

Yay, hear that, Lucky? We're going to be friends. Here you go. You got him?

Hey, that was really sweet.

Oh, sure.

Hey, any friend of Lucky's is a friend of mine.

Hey, look, I have some documents I need you to sign if you don't mind.

Oh, no problemo.

All right.

Okay.

All righty. Right here on the dotted line?

Yep, right there.

You don't like cats?

Huh?

Have time for a little walk? Sure.

Hold on, Nick. We're coming.

Last time I spent an afternoon just hanging out at the mall.

I was still living in Nebraska.

Nebraska?

What was your other entertainment option? Tipping over the neighbor's cow?

Formation, there's a lot of fun things to do in the Midwest.

Yeah? My sisters and my cousins, we'd all hang out.

My mom used to call us the Seven Musketeers.

Wow, there's seven of you?

Boy, it must seem real quiet now with just you and Nicole.

Well, it's nice, okay.

But I think she's missing out on something really special.

Well, being from a big family, there's always someone there for you.

Always.

I love trains.

You know, when I was little, I always wanted to be an engineer.

You know, for a bachelor, you're pretty good with kids.

Oh, well, thanks.

I guess I do have a sensitive side.

I mean, I'm not one of those guys who cries at the drop of a hat, but I do

kids and girls, too.

In fact, listen, Allison, would you ever consider...

One time treatment?

Excuse me?

Pork. Sweet and sour pork.

What? I can smell it. I can smell it. It's near. It's near.

Yeah, it's probably over at Wonton Tommy.

Yee -haw!

They must be pretty hungry.

I guess so, honey.

Come on, let's go.

It looks like he bought the whole stupid town.

He's having steaks delivered.

Tons of them.

What? Give me those.

Hundreds of chew toys?

the time to make my move.

How many dogs you got here, anyway?

Just one, but he and the dog have a very special relationship.

Just go pile this up with the rest of the stuff.

Admit it, you overdid it.

Now, where are we supposed to put all this stuff?

Lucky, come on.

Make your way till dinner time?

Woo -hoo! Hello there!

Oh, my dear boy.

Please, allow me to apologize for my behavior the other day.

Say you'll forgive me.

Okay, yeah, sure.

You can't imagine how distraught I was over the sudden passing of my beloved

uncle.

But you seem like a reasonable young man.

Uh -huh.

Good.

Then we can discuss business.

What on earth are you doing to this house?

Oh, we're tearing out the marble floors.

Your what?

Well, it was Lucky's idea, not mine.

That is Carrara marble, imported from Naples, handcuffed and polished.

Yeah, but you should try running on it. I mean, your paws slip all over the

place, especially if you're taking a really sharp turn.

Do you mind if I ask what you intend to replace it with? Watch it, lady!

AstroTurf. Oh!

But of course!

Where were we?

Oh, yes, business.

I was thinking, perhaps there's a way that we could both profit.

Would you look at that? What?

Crunchy, munchy, grade A certified bones.

My goodness, get a hold of yourself.

You know what I'm going to do with those bones, don't you?

Bury them.

But why?

Duh, so I can dig them up again.

That seems rather silly, doesn't it?

You don't understand, do you? You never did.

You've got to dig them up.

Think about it.

It's two in the morning.

You've got nothing to do.

All of a sudden you remember.

There's a bone buried in the yard. I can dig it up and chew it to pieces.

You're nothing but a dirty, filthy, disgusting young man.

What did you say?

Stay away from me.

There's something I've always wanted to do.

I'm warning you.

Did you make a deal with him?

Not exactly. What happened?

Let's just say he is a very disturbed young man.

All right, then. We're going to do it my way.

And I'm going to really enjoy planning this one.

Let's go.

Just wait here a minute, all right?

Calvin! You ready?

Oh, yeah. It's all done.

I hope he likes it.

I got to tell you, I'm having a ball watching him throw Windsor's money

Yeah, that's the way a dog is when he's free to do whatever he wants. Reckless

abandon.

Hey, Calvin.

Listen, I really appreciate you keeping all my little freak -outs a secret.

I mean, I just don't want anyone to know about this.

Especially not Mr. Windsor's attorney, Miss Kent. All right?

No problem.

Thanks.

All right, Lucky.

Come on, time to play.

Come on in. Come on.

It's all yours, Lucky. Look what we set up for you, Lucky. Your very own

sidewalk cafe.

With today's special, leg of moose.

You've made your mark, Lucky.

Cold cuts, hot dogs, lamb chops, pork chops, roast beef and burgers.

Kibble by the carload.

Lip -smacking liver -flavored candy.

Gumballs that make their own gravy.

How about a couple barrels full of locale chew toys?

Well, what do you think?

Where do you see the rest of this stuff at?

Wow, look at this!

Look at this!

Oh, wow!

or don't you?

It'll be all right, fella.

We'll get through this together.

All right? It's just going to take some time.

Right now, I am pooped. I'm going to bed.

I had no idea taking care of a pile of money could be so exhausting.

Hey,

what you doing, Lucky?

Looks like he wants to play.

It just figures. You know, we've got thousands of dollars worth of toys in

and he wants to play with a sock.

All right.

Good night, Lucky.

We'll play again tomorrow, okay?

I'm beat. I'll catch you in the morning, Cal. Okay. Good night, Jack. All right.

Good night, Lucky.

What?

No, no, no, no. We are not starting that.

No means no.

Oh, all right. But only for tonight.

You have no sense of taste or style. It's all that we can afford.

Will you just shut up and get out of the car?

Go out.

Get out of the way.

You'll need a ladder, Margaret. It'll be easy to climb the fence.

They're going to hear us. Oh, remind me to kill you when I get down from here.

It's time for you, Margaret.

Ow!

What about me?

He's going to cut the alarm and it's going to close.

All right.

Now this is going to take all the lights out.

Is that your neighborhood?

Get that white out of my face and follow me.

I actually kind of like this carpet.

Shh.

Damn, John.

All right, check your weapons.

Remember, this dart has got enough sedative in it to knock this mutt out

We're going to shoot him, and then we're going to drag him out of here. All

right?

She has no camouflage on.

You have not.

I got him!

This is his idea of decorating. We ought to put a dart in him.

Wake up. Wake up. Did you hear that?

Let's go check it out.

You don't have to walk with me.

the emergency button on the alarm system. I tried. It's dead.

911? The phones are out, too.

Come on.

You go downstairs.

Lucky and I will cover the upstairs.

All right? Here. You're going to need something to protect yourself with. What

am I supposed to do with this thing?

Hit it with the dry end.

Let's go.

up on people.

I was here first.

Follow me.

Margaret, I thought you were the dog.

Get him.

Shoot him. Shoot him. I need a dart.

I really told you, I've only been around here bad enough to do the job.

store and call the cops. I know who it was.

Windsor's creepy relative. Did you see them?

No, it was too dark. Well, then how'd you know it was them?

You smelled them.

That's right.

Excuse me?

Detective, you're just gonna have to take my word for it. I know their scent.

What, a cologne, a cigar? What exactly did you smell?

Never mind.

You'll never believe me.

Send them in.

Well, we've thought about your proposal and are willing to take you up on it.

Well, the case is more complicated than I thought.

So my price is going up.

It's now 50%. 50 %?

That's almost half.

You're a low -life opportunist.

Yes.

And I have a law degree to prove it.

Yeah, yeah, we really love how it turned out, too.

You do?

Jack, we have a problem. Where's the TV?

It's right in here.

What's up?

The local news, and you're not going to like it.

Windsor's heirs claim their uncle was mentally unstable at the time he wrote

will, which made Lucky the richest dog in the world.

Not only did he leave the dog millions of dollars, but he appointed a dog

psychic as trustee. In our suit against the estate, we allege that the dog's

psychic, Jack Morgan, is himself mentally incompetent and may have taken

advantage of the elderly Mr. Windsor.

Keep in mind that this young man not only represents himself as a dog

but also claims he can read dogs' minds.

That's right.

He's either a con man or a lunatic.

Hardly the type of individual responsible enough to serve as trustee

estate. Oh, boy.

Yeah.

And what she said.

There you have it. One of the strangest cases we've seen in a long time. A

bitter battle that can best be described as dog -eat -dog.

Reporting live. I did not take advantage of Mr. Windsor.

Relax. Hey, I saw this coming. Whenever there's this much money involved,

there's always a dispute.

Well, what are we supposed to do?

We go to court.

They say you're nuts. We say prove it.

Well, can they?

Of course not.

Well, not unless there's something you're not telling me.

Is there?

No.

Are you sure?

Because I'll fight for you, Jack, but you've got to tell me everything before

get to court.

You know what I know.

Okay. Bring him on.

So I walked into his office, and there he is, asleep.

And where was your dog?

Up on the desk eating a sandwich.

Mr. Mooney, why did you and your wife bring your dog to Mr. Morgan in the

place?

Because he was eating too much.

He and the dog were digging in the dirt looking for bones, barking and howling,

with him talking to the dog like he understood every word.

Then what happened?

You mean after he made improper advances toward me?

Yes. He chewed up the furniture, tore apart the cushions, the pillows,

everything.

The dog did that?

Both of them did that.

When I got there, he was head first in the garbage can. The dog, too.

And what was Mr. Morgan doing in the garbage can?

I don't know. But when I pulled him out, he had a hot dog in his mouth.

It's a simple question, Mr. Bridges.

You live at the mansion.

Surely you observed Mr.

Morgan's conduct. I like to keep to myself.

Are you saying that you've never seen Jack Morgan exhibit unusual behavior?

Depends on what you mean by unusual.

Very well.

Would you describe Mr.

Morgan as normal? There's all kinds of normal.

Mr. Bridges, have you seen Jack Morgan act like a dog?

I'm afraid you'll have to answer the question.

Okay.

Yes. On occasion.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Details, Mr. Bridges.

Details?

This could take some time.

As a practicing dog therapist, you claimed you could actually read dogs'

Isn't that correct?

Yes. And when you made that claim to your clients, was it the truth?

No.

But when I was younger, I actually could read my dog's mind. And for some

reason, I can read Lucky's mind. Of course you can. With millions of dollars

your control, suddenly the old power comes back. What a coincidence.

Objection. Overruled. But move it along, Counselor.

Let's get this straight.

You were lying before, but now you're telling the truth, right?

That's right. I'm through lying.

Let's be clear about this.

You claim you can read Lucky's thoughts. Isn't that correct?

That's right. Well, that's very interesting.

What's on his mind now?

Your shoes.

My shoes.

Oh, yeah, he loves to chew on leather. It's his favorite.

Very clever.

Very clever indeed.

I'm sure you had lots of clever answers for the elderly Mr. Windsor when he came

to you in earnest, believing you could actually help him.

Objection. Sustained.

No more questions.

You may step down, Mr. Morgan.

It was a harmless visit.

I simply intended to reminisce, to have one last look, to feel the presence of

my dear departed uncle.

And then, then, that monster turned violent and

cruel. I can't go on.

I know this is difficult.

What did he do?

He chased me off the property, the home I once cherished, galloping on

all fours, howling like a beast.

Then what?

Then he attacked me.

He attacked you? With his fists?

No.

How then?

Ladies and gentlemen, I offer this torn and tattered skirt to the court.

Plain and simple evidence of the true mental depravity

of Mr.

Jack Morgan.

So, when did you plan on telling me about your mental condition?

It's not a mental condition. I'm your attorney, Jack.

You were supposed to tell me everything.

I didn't want you to think I was crazy.

Well, now I know you're crazy.

So what do we do?

We go back in that courtroom and take our licks.

You lose it all, and I move to a city where they've never heard about this

Wait a minute. You're giving up? It's over, Jack.

The relatives get everything, including Lucky.

What?

No.

No way.

They can have the money, but they can't have Lucky.

It doesn't work that way, Jack.

Allison, I can't leave Lucky with those vultures.

He won't last a week.

Put me on the stand.

I can prove I'm not crazy.

How?

There's something else I haven't told you about yet.

I can sort of channel Lucky. I know it's weird, but it's true.

What are you talking about?

Allison, the dog's voice will come out of my mouth.

You're kidding.

I wish I was.

Allison, you've got to believe me.

What will he say?

I don't have the slightest clue.

Miss Kent, will you call your next witness?

Your Honor, with the court's permission, we are prepared to demonstrate

conclusively that Jack Morgan can, in fact... Read Lucky's mind.

This ought to be interesting. This is a waste of the court's time, Your Honor.

Afraid of the truth, Mr. Pfister?

No, but you have failed to produce one witness to support his claims.

If you can bring one person into this courtroom who believes Jack Morgan can

read this dog's mind, I'll agree to a demonstration.

I believe him, Your Honor.

Do your stuff, pal.

Jack, will you and Lucky please take the stand?

All right.

Mr. Morgan, please tell the court what Lucky is thinking right now.

I... I'm not sure.

Your Honor. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hey, hey, come on, boy.

What's the problem? I'm trying to save our tails.

I know I told you not to get overexcited, but now's your chance to

loose. Lucky, pay attention.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

I need just another minute.

She needs to get worked up and emotional.

I think we've seen enough, Your Honor.

This... demonstration proves just one thing, that Jack Morgan will do anything

to get his hands on the inheritance.

The Windsor estate rightfully belongs to his blood relations, not

this ignorant dog.

Jack Morgan is a phony and a fraud.

No better than the mindless beasts he claims to communicate with.

Calm down. Calm down. Okay, Lucky. Relax. Calm down.

Calm down, boy.

Good boy. Good boy. Calm down.

Calm down.

Good boy. There you go.

All right, Lucky.

Good boy.

That's right. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh, no.

Okay,

you can sit up now. Sit up now. Come on, sit up.

Am I speaking to Lucky now?

In the firm.

What's up?

It's just an act.

We'll just see.

Choose an object, Mr. Pfister.

Show it to Lucky, but do not let Mr. Morgan see it.

Hmm.

What's this, Lucky?

Looks like a stolen hotel pen.

Did you take the towels, too?

Nothing but a good guess.

Try something else.

Your Honor. Do it.

Ooh, chocolate caramel nougat with roasted peanuts.

My favorite. I'm drooling. One's lunch, anyway.

Extraordinary. This is outrageous. What else can you tell a fellow?

I say we cut to the chase here, Judge.

There's a very good reason why my master, Mr. Windsor, cut those three out

his will.

They're pinheads.

Oh, sure, they act like they're purebreds, but the truth of the matter

They're the runts of the litter.

Mr. Windsor knew that Jack had something extra going for him.

And with my help, he's starting to learn how to get the best out of life.

Jack's not crazy.

A little boring, maybe, but most two -leggers are.

I don't know.

Maybe you've got to have a lifespan as short as mine to get this.

But you've got to enjoy every minute of your life.

It's the simple things that matter.

The sweet song of a can opener.

Those precious moments when you catch your own tail.

Enjoy them while you can.

Because you could run out the street, get hit by a bus at any minute and...

Lights out.

Lucky?

Are you okay?

Not tonight, Lucky.

It's the coldest night of the year.

You know just how to get to me, don't you, boy?

All right. All right. Come on. Come on.

You'll be okay on your own.

Yeah. Okay, boy. Go ahead.

Have fun.

What'd you do with the cup, Lyle?

Huh?

Lucky doesn't know what you put in that cup, but I do.

You poisoned the old man, didn't you? It was murder.

You killed your uncle.

Hey, buddy, come on, hang in there. I need you as much as you need me.

Lucky.

Look, it's mine.

The bullet just grazed it here.

Ow.

Okay, so what's the big surprise?

Be patient, be patient.

Oh, you.

It really wasn't necessary.

I know, but like you said, you want Nicole to feel like she's part of a big

family, and, well, I was hoping that maybe you do, too.

We're here for you, Allison.

All of us.

Lucky finally realized all the dogs at the pet shop were for sale.

Just what we need.

More dogs.

Well, pal, you got everything you ever wanted. I guess the old man knew what he

was doing when he named you Lucky.

Yeah, I guess I'm lucky, too.

Never be alone.

Because what we got is here to stay.

And we're lucky right down to the bone.

Togetherness. The two of us forever were together right till the end.

The very best.

There's nothing better than to know you.