♪ Every day when you're walking down the street ♪ ♪ Everybody that you meet has an original point of view ♪ (laughing) ♪ And I say hey ♪ Hey!

♪ What a wonderful kind of day ♪ ♪ If we could learn to work and play ♪ ♪ And get along with each other ♪ ♪ You've got to listen to your heart, listen to the beat ♪ ♪ Listen to the rhythm, the rhythm of the street ♪ ♪ Open up your eyes, open up your ears ♪ ♪ Get together and make things better ♪ ♪ By working together ♪ ♪ It's a simple message, and it comes from the heart ♪ ♪ Believe in yourself, for that's the place to start ♪ ♪ And I say hey ♪ Hey!

♪ What a wonderful kind of day ♪ ♪ If we could learn to work and play ♪ ♪ And get along with each other ♪ Hey!

♪ What a wonderful kind of day ♪ Hey!

♪ What a wonderful kind of day ♪ Hey!

Hey, D.W.!

Hey!

Whoa... Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the cutest creature of them all?

Huh?

What?

You've got to be kidding me.

Is it magic mirror time?

Oh, goodie!

See for yourself.

What?

You've got to be kidding me.

That's just what I said.

And who's that with her?

I have no idea.

Maybe there's something wrong with the mirror today.

I'll give it a wipe.

(growling) Easy, now.

We didn't mean any offense.

You are both definitely very... cute.

Let's use the mirror in the Queen's room.

It works better.

Beat it, fuzz face.

I got here first.

You're clearly lost.

This mirror is for beautiful creatures.

The rude and ugly mirror is down the hall.

Oh yeah?

I could beat you in a cute contest any day of the week.

Ha!

You couldn't win if you were the only contestant and the judge was your mother.

Bring it on, Pom-Pom.

Bring it on.

(growling) And then you bury the wallet like so.

Sweet Kibble!

What on earth is Amigo doing?

Dos... Tres... Cuatro... Amigo, is your back all right?

Do you need a doctor?

No, no, I was just trying to lose a little weight.

Good heavens!

Why?

I must look my best for the dog show next week.

Alberto is going to enter me.

(laughing) Oh, it's too good!

(still laughing) You?

In a dog show?

(laughing) What?

(gasps) You're serious.

Why shouldn't he be?

Amigo is a very handsome dog.

I wouldn't be surprised if he won.

Gracias, Kate.

But I didn't think silly things like dog shows mattered to you, Amigo.

They don't really.

But it would make Alberto happy.

And there is a prize.

It might be ham.

Maybe you should sign up too, Pal.

Me?

But no...

I'm so small.

My ears are too floppy.

Nonsense.

I think you look very distinguished.

In fact, you could both win.

Well, I guess I do have a sort of rugged appeal.

That strong jaw with those gleaming teeth.

That proud nose... Gosh, I am good-looking.

(splashing) I'll do it.

For Arthur.

(barking) "The Wiegel-Bandolik Dog Show comes to Elwood City.

Applicants welcome."

(whimpering) Hmm...

I'm going to enter him today.

I really think he's got a shot.

He's great at running around in circles.

Nine...

Ten!

Good work, Pal.

You can eat now.

(panting) Not too much.

Remember your figure.

There.

See?

I held back.

I feel lighter already.

This training isn't so bad.

(gasps) Mom, the bacon is touching the eggs.

I can't eat it.

"Moo be blam hum" bacon, Pal?

(gasps) (doorbell rings) Hey, everyone.

Who wants leftover roast beef?

Oh, the agony.

The agony.

(whimpering) Huh?

(panting) I did it.

I did it!

Ooh, crumbs.

We have just started training and you've never looked better, my friend.

Thank you, old boy, you too.

(laughing) Look at them, Beasley.

They actually think they can win.

It's so funny.

And yet so tragic.

I say, we have just as much chance of winning as you do, you well-groomed quadruped.

Mm, I don't think so.

You wait and see.

Look at this tail.

It's perfect.

Yes, yes, lovely.

But you see, neither of you have any chance of winning because you are mutts.

(sniffing) I can smell it a mile away.

What?

Purebreds only?

Amigo is a mix of bulldog and boxer.

I'm not sure what Pal is, but whatever it is, I don't think it's pure.

Ah, the humans have learned.

Well, cheer up, mutts.

You wouldn't have won anyway.

Have fun rolling in garbage or whatever it is you do.

Ta-ta.

And so we can't compete simply because we're not "purebreds."

What's a "purebred"?

I don't know.

But whatever it is, apparently I'm not it.

It means you only have one breed of dog in you.

Pretty loopy, right?

I mean, who cares?

A dog is a dog.

My parents were in dog shows before I went to the shelter.

"Stand like this.

Walk like that."

They won a lot of them, but they hated it.

Wait.

So you're a purebred?

Don't look so shocked, Baby.

I'm 100% Jack Russell terrier.

Me?

Are you out of your mind?

I can't stand those dog shows.

But you could win.

You said your parents won a lot of them.

And there is a prize.

It might be ham.

Killer, if you saw how that snooty poodle offended the Read name, I know you would want to do something.

You're barking up the wrong tree.

You'll never get me in that dog show, and that's final.

SEBASTIAN: Ah, if it isn't the mutts.

(gasps) It's him.

I see there's a new one.

Oh wait, it might just be a large rat.

(growling) You talking to me?

(gasps): It speaks.

What an impressive rat.

Listen, you shrub, take your little pom-poms back to your cheap hair salon and never bother my friends again.

How dare you, a common mutt, talk to me that way?

I am Sebastian Winkleplotz, shining example of the standard poodle.

Come on, human.

Let's get away from this loathsome creature before we catch something.

Sign me up.

Oh.

(whimpering) (meowing) (barking) (growling) I don't know, Kate.

She just doesn't seem like a show dog.

She's too... independent.

But Killer has come so far, Pal.

And you know her.

When she wants something, she's unstoppable.

Well, I guess we'll find out tomorrow.

Good night, Kate.

Good night, Pal.

(panting) I'm standing here with Thora Read and her absolutely iconic Jack Russell terrier.

What do you think, little pooky-wooky?

Are you going to win the blue ribbon?

(growling) Oh dear!

Let go.

That uncouth cur doesn't stand a chance against me.

Still, one can never be too careful.

That's why I brought this.

She'll never be able to resist chasing it.

(laughing evilly) I'm so nervous, I've chewed a hole in my pacifier.

(sniffing) Do you smell something strange, Pal?

Hmm?

It's probably just me.

I found a nice pile of compost this morning.

(bells ringing) I think it's starting.

(stifled growling) And now it's time for the judge to choose who is Best in Show.

It's been a remarkable group, but the real contest is between the lively Jack Russell and the crowd-pleasing standard poodle.

(applause) Let's see how disciplined that little runt really is.

(growling) (gasps) Oh!

(crowd murmuring) (barking) (growling) Oh, dear, that's going to cost Killer some points.

(growling) (sighs) I guess it's over.

Not quite.

I thought that poodle might try something sneaky, so I brought along a secret weapon.

Roast beef.

Let's see if Mr. Hoity-Toity can resist that.

(sniffing) Beef.

Roast beef.

Roast beef with peppercorns in a mustard-shallot reduction.

Stand back, human.

I haven't had a decent piece of meat in weeks!

(screaming) (audience gasps) I can't believe the dachshund won.

He was all skin and bones.

I'm just happy it wasn't that insufferable poodle.

The prize was terrible.

A ribbon?

Please.

This is a prize for a cat, not a dog.

Like I said, dog shows are ridiculous.

Now, if there was a contest to see which dog had the nicest personality, that would be different.

What?

You're saying I don't have a nice personality?

Who's nicer than you?

You are a little lamb.

Aw, thanks.

Now, who thinks they can get the ball from me?

Hey, where's everyone going?

Come back, you cowards!

And now...

I'm Ben, and I'm 11 years old.

Hey, Jesse.

And my dog is Jesse, and she is almost two.

Good girl, Jess.

Today, we're at a dog park, and we're going to be talking a little bit about dog training.

Give me your paw.

Good girl.

If you just get a dog and you don't train them at all, they're probably not going to do what you want from a dog.

Sit.

Down.

Sitting is, for example, on a walk, if we want her attention, we ask her to sit.

Sit.

Good girl.

I just gave her chicken bacon.

You want to give her praise at the end-- for example, a treat or saying "Good girl"-- because then she feels like she did something.

Stay.

Training is a key thing, and sometimes you need to go to a dog trainer.

The dog is the student, you're the teacher.

It is absolutely all about the relationship, you know.

It's the connection you have with your dog.

BEN: Vera is a dog trainer, and she's taught me to understand a dog's behaviors and their signals.

Since the gate swings this way, have her sit over here, and you're going to go through without letting her go out in front of you first.

BEN: Today, we're at my house and Vera's showing me a few other things.

VERA: So we'll get her to sit before crossing.

It's really important that dogs sit.

It gives you a chance to look around and see what's coming and have her look up at you.

Good girl.

And then say, "Let's go."

Let's go, come on, Jess.

And she's just a great dog to have around.

You can just look at her and smile.

She's always been kind of rascally and very playful.

We need to teach dogs and puppies how to live with people, and that's why classes and training are so important.

KIDS: And now... ANNOUNCER: Welcome to another exciting episode of...

Taking care of a pet owner is a big responsibility.

You must make sure your pet owner has a healthy diet.

Huh?

Exercise is very important for them.

They may resist you at first, but you must be assertive.

(growling) Ah!

(yelling) And always remember, you must reward your pet owner when they follow instructions.

Whoa!

(groans) (laughing) What are you doing?

I was just showing the audience how to care for your pet owner.

But Arthur is my pet owner.

Why didn't you use Alberto?

He wasn't around, and I just happened to be in your yard, so... (barking) (whimpering) The most important thing, however, is to let your pet owner know who's in charge.

Thank you for agreeing to look after Amigo while I'm away.

No problem.

I'm sure you'll do great at the hockey championships.

Thanks.

Come on, boy, let's try one more time.

Let's impress Arthur.

(whimpering) I've been trying to teach him to catch that ball for weeks now.

(whimpering) See you, Alberto.

Don't worry about a thing.

Good luck.

Amazing!

How did you teach him?

What can I say?

I'm really good with dogs.

Up, Amigo.

One leg.

No legs.

Amazing!

Huh?

Amigo?

Welcome to our humble abode, old chap.

Allow me to take you on a tour of Read Manor.

It was my old dog bed.

There might even be a few leftovers under there.

Thank you, my friend.

But the floor is fine for me.

Really?

All right.

Suit yourself.

Dry food is served throughout the day.

Wet food is served only in the evenings.

I think tonight is lamb and rice.

Dry food and wet food?

¡Increíble!

Over here.

This is confidential information, but here is exactly where you want to sit at breakfast.

The corner between Kate and Arthur.

Neither of them can resist The Puppy Face.

(whimpering cutely) Thank you.

But I've been trained not to beg at the table.

Oh, well... (clears throat) It's not really "begging."

I simply show up at the right place at the right time.

BABY KATE: Amigo!

Has Pal been getting you settled?

We're so happy to have you for the weekend.

It is I who am honored to be your guest.

Oh, I almost forgot.

From our garden.

Oh, you shouldn't have.

(sniffing) Isn't he the perfect gentleman?

Yes, well, we mustn't dawdle.

There's still more of the house to see.

Come, come... (gasps) What's going on?

This ball almost hit me.

Don't look at me.

He threw it.

"Ty poo petch da moll," Amigo.

What does he want?

I think he wants you to catch the ball.

Why?

It's dirty.

Who knows why humans do anything.

He did it!

He did it!!

It's only the second day and I taught him the trick.

Ah, the simplest things make them happy.

They're just like puppies.

"Ice bob."

"Hoo pat da moll."

Good boy, Amigo.

Good boy.

What?

But I was the one who told him what to do.

ARTHUR: Good boy!

Good boy.

Good boy.

Good boy.

Good boy.

(panting) No, Pal.

That's Amigo's ball.

It was terrible.

Amigo got 47 good-boys, and I didn't get one.

And for what?

Playing catch?

Any dog can do that.

It sounds to me like you're a little jealous.

Jealous?

(laughing) How absurd.

Why would I be jealous of Amigo?

It could be because he's so strong.

Or polite.

Or generous.

Or the fact that every...

Okay, okay, that's enough.

I can see that you've fallen under his spell as well.

Oh, Pal.

Don't be silly.

Oh, I'm so tired.

That game is fun, but Arthur never gets bored of it.

How nice for you.

(gasps) PAL: Nice catch, Pal.

Good boy.

Nice catch, Pal.

Good boy.

(evil laughter) Oh, I knew it would happen sooner or later.

The little rag doll has finally lost his vittles.

Oh, be quiet, Nemo.

I'm not in the mood.

Well.

I haven't seen you this down since I buried your ham bone in kitty litter.

What's wrong?

(sighs) Arthur likes Amigo better than me.

I can't imagine why.

Perhaps it's because Amigo's so strong.

Or polite.

Or generous.

Or...

Okay, okay, I get it.

Well, cheer up, Mopey.

There's an easy solution.

There is?

Of course.

Just make yourself look better.

Oh wait, that's impossible.

You better make Amigo look bad instead.

That's what I would do.

But that's so devious.

I know.

That's why I like it.

(groaning) (growling) (snoring) (chuckling) We'll see who's a good boy now.

For destruction of footwear, I order you to the pound.

Good-bye, Amigo.

I'll send you rawhide every week.

Hello, old boy.

How is it in there?

All we eat are vegetables, and there are baths three times a day.

(gasps) I don't know how much more I can take.

I'm innocent, Pal.

Time's up, Liver Lips.

Move along, or it's the cone for you.

Oh, I can't go through with it.

(snoring) (robot beeping) Who's that?

(gasps) Bad dog!

PAL: It was the worst scolding I've had since the Thanksgiving Incident.

And sneaker doesn't taste half as good as turkey.

Never take the advice of a cat, Kate.

May I stick my head in that hole?

Be my guest.

But why did you want to get Amigo in trouble in the first place?

Because I thought it would make Arthur like me better again.

Oh, Pal.

Of course Arthur likes you better than Amigo.

PAL: No, he doesn't.

Ever since Amigo arrived, it's "good dog" this and "good dog" that.

All I ever get now is "Heel, sit, stay."

Aw, poor Pal.

(whimpering) Good-bye, old boy.

I wish you and Amigo all the best.

(snoring lightly) (owl hooting) AMIGO: Oh, be quiet, you silly owl.

"Hoo.

Hoo.

Hoo."

Who cares, already?

Amigo?

What are you doing here?

I decided to come home a little early.

But why?

Because I have upset you.

I don't want to come between you and Arthur.

He likes you better.

But you can't leave.

I'm running away.

No, don't run away.

Go home.

Absolutely not.

I insist you go back.

You are too late, my friend.

I have already left.

(thunder) Oh dear, maybe neither of us should run away tonight.

¡Mira!

Look at the floor.

Amigo, relax.

We're dogs.

They expect us to make a mess every now and then.

(growling) (laughing) (jar rattling) (jar shattering) (barking happily) (snoring) (gasps) What happened in here?!

Hey, boy.

Did you have a good time?

He wasn't any trouble, was he?

Um, well... No.

(under his breath): At least not until the end.

Hey, I've got a surprise for you.

Okay, Amigo.

Let's impress Alberto.

Huh?

What?

But...

I know, I know, Arthur.

Pal is talented.

You're a lucky guy.

Come on, boy, let's go home.

(barking) Oh, I love having guests over for the weekend.

You do?

Oh, yes.

They always bring out the best in you.

(panting) ♪ ♪ ARTHUR: To watch more Arthur and play games with all the Elwood City friends, visit pbskids.org.

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