#35 - Accosted For The Crimes of Dog Bartson

Episode 35: Look through your window there. Look through the frost on the glass into that cold, cold world we like to call Earth. Oh yes, she's a wintry mamacita, ain't she? With her snowy disposition and icy touch — offering nothin' but three dog nights and bottles of rye. What's the forecast dear weatherman? Murphy's law, Murphy's law. Well, that's just fine, because tomorrow there will be free beer (at least that's what the sign said...the dingoes ate the sign). But who will eat the dingoes? Not we, not us. We're just dogs, after all. It's man eat man on Dog Earth and NASA needs a couple o' spaceship cooks. Guess who's up for the job...