AUGIE DOGGIE IS SPIC AND SPAN, back on farm patrol duty. The mud snorters, ground scratchers, and grass munchers appear safe, so Augie heads indoors for a sweep. Passing the living room, Augie freezes when a ping-pong-sized shadow flits, then vanishes. A few growl-barks sound; sniff sniff, the game is afoot!
The menacing, inch-long tuft of fur streaks under the bar cabinet, so does Augie’s head whose larger back-end follows shortly acting as a lever to topple the bar, the various spirits and crystal glasses crash to the floor.
The vole odor gone, Augie prances proudly onward.