Waiting for her opening Roxy surveys the scene and realizes she is going to have to help herself out of this diabolical dilemma.
Just as Deville Dastardlee opened her cage for the evening's fight she spotted her shot.
Tearing her leash right out of her handlers grasp she shot through Deville's legs and squeezed through a slot in the fence making her way off the egregious grounds of gambling goons.
Yells and commands flood Roxy's ears as she sprints through a side yard and out to the street.
Having scarcely touched down on road to freedom an oblivious oncoming driver barrels onto Roxy's path.
Could it be? Just as it seems our heroine has escaped the clutches of that nasty ne'er-do-well her moment of glory is mangled by a meat-headed motorist?...
No! Our careening canine spots safety and slides into a driveway just in time to miss the front tire of the looming locomotive.
Yet the solitude of a sleepy suburb street is suddenly shattered by a
HAYYEEELLLLPPP!!!!!!!
How could this be?
Has Roxy once again fallen victim to that dreadful deviant Deville Dastardlee?
No.
It appears the disasterous dear has found herself entrapped in the snare of another tire.
What cruel hand has fate dealt her in this moment of dog-gone despair?
Afraid that she has been pursued by that foul fiend...she struggles to dart out. But to no avail, her leash has held her back.
But lo and behold, this time help has arrived! Part time do-gooder & puppy lover Foster Holmes has come to her rescue.
But what will become of our doggie darling?
Please don't let this happy little hound become a has-been heroine...
Be in the next chapter! Roxy would love to meet her very own Dudley Do-Right.
