Int. Chez Diana. Diana cleans furiously. Rio and TempDog look on, curiously. What is this “broom” thing? Why is Diana wielding it with such vehemence? They liked the doggie hair tumbleweeds that rolled across the hardwood. They were comfy and amusing.
Diana: I’m getting you both full body waxes.
Diana alternates cleaning with word sprints with Carrie. Dogs look on, disappointed.
Rio: Mommy, it’s so pretty outside. Let’s go play soccer! Put that white keyboard thingy away. Or at least throw it so I can fetch.
TempDog smacks keyboard. Keys fly off.
Ext. Beltway, Friday afternoon traffic [Prod. Note: If location unavailable, please substittue sixth circle of Hell.]. Diana pounds steering wheel in frustration. TempDog, crated in backseat, wonders where he’s going and why the little red one was left at home.
Phone rings. Is Sailor Boy.
Phone rings. Is Diana’s houseguest.
Phone rings. Is Diana’s best friend.
Phone rings. Is Sailor Boy again.
It starts pouring rain. During this time, Diana’s car moves approximately seven feet.
[Prod. Note: Would FX of Diana’s head exploding be too expensive to film?]
Int. Vet’s Office. TempDog sits around looking adorable and chilll while every other dog in the place has a loud freak-out.
Vet: How could anyone abandon this guy? He’s a real sweetheart.
TempDog rolls over to get his tummy rubbed.
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