Waldo The Wonder Dog
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Within a week, the news media jumped on the Watcher-made guard dog story with every thing they had, which was plenty, and Waldo, The Wonder Dog, trailed behind by Oliver Egg, a rather long way, behind, unfortunately, was blasted into world wide popularity and celebrity, over, as they say, over night! The news media swarmed to Oliver's apartment and attacked it without making any effort to ask Oliver if it was OK, or telling him they were coming! Waldo didn't know anything about it either, which almost got some aggressive news media thugs zapped with Waldo's stingray because they were pounding on the front and back doors, looking in windows, and tramping all around the apartment building, making a lot of noise yelling for Oliver to come out! Oliver was at work, where he got a phone call from Krong, who had been called by Waldo, reporting that Oliver's apartment was under attack by the news media. Krong had called 911, then he had called Oliver, who got the day off so he could rush home and defend his apartment from the news media thugs, who mobbed him as soon as he got out of his car and they found out who he was. He was surrounded by pushing, shoving, shouting, news media thugs, jamming microphones in his face. The cops were there, but they didn't do much, because the news media thugs were protected by FREEDOM OF THE PRESS AND FREEDOM OF SPEECH WHICH IS A LICENCE FOR CRIMINAL ATTACKS ON HUMAN BEINGS WHO CAN NOT DEFEND THEMSELVES AGAINST NEWS MEDIA FEEDING FRENZY ATTACKS. Oliver was on the sidewalk in front of his apartment, trying to fight his way through the news media thugs to his front door, when Waldo came leaping from around the back of the building, barking his incredibly loud bark, which stopped the news media feeding frenzy in mid feed, shocking the mob into transfixed statues as if his loud barking were claps of doom! In the sudden stunned stillness, Waldo leaped over the heads of the news media thug mob right into the arms of Oliver, who saw him flying toward him just in time to catch him. Waldo continued to bark his deafening bark, backed up by bared fangs and the most deafening, vicious, snarls and growls any of the human beings had every heard in all of their lives. The little white dog was a roaring lion in dog's clothing, forcing the news thugs backward in sudden fear of their lives. It was a sight to remember forever. Waldo leaped down from Oliver's arms to stand in front of him, hair up, barking his deafening bark, snarling and growling his deafening snarls and growls, his white fangs snapping and clicking together ferociously as if hungry for the hot red blood in the jugular veins of the terrified news thugs. No one on the scene had ever seen or experienced such an all out ferocious defense attack in all their lives. As the news thugs retreated in panicky terror, Waldo slowly lowered his deafening barking, snarling and growling voice, then he just glared around fiercely, silently, white fangs gleaming with lethal promise in front of Oliver, who had been as surprised, shocked and stunned as everyone else, but he recovered quickly, hurried up to his front door, guarded by Waldo who followed him with white fangs still gleaming with deadly promise. The police, belatedly stirring themselves, hurried up to Oliver, the boss cop exclaiming, "Control that dog, Mr., or we'll hafta take 'im to the pound!" Unable to control his anger any longer, after such an unfair order, Oliver yelled, "Control that damn crowd, dammit, they're causin' all of this trouble, not me! My dog's protectin' me!" The boss cop, a sergeant, an angry reply on his lips because Oliver had the incredible boldness to YELL AT THE POLICE, took a hostile step toward Oliver. With his deafening bark-snarl-growl, and gleaming white fangs naked and eager, Waldo leaped at the boss cop to land on stiff legs just in front of him, sounding like a pack of wild dogs in a feeding frenzy attacking hot bloody meat they had just killed. The cop flung up his arms, then flung himself backward so violently that he almost fell down. He regained his balance to crouch, his hand on his pistol, so angry he was trembling with white-faced fury and wide eyed lust to start shooting at Waldo who had terrified him as he had never been terrified before in all of his life. Oliver, shocked himself by Waldo's overwhelming protection, terrified that the cop would really draw his gun, which would force Waldo to zap him with his stingray, yelled, desperately, "Hold it, stop, leave me alone an' he'll leave you alone!" The boss cop suddenly recovered his senses as his police training took over, he controlled his anger with an effort, standing upright, taking his hand off of his pistol, glaring at Waldo. Waldo backed up until he was against Oliver's legs, then he just peeled his lips up and off of his gleaming white fangs in a silent, deadly snarl, ready to counterattack if the news thugs or the cops decided to continue their attack on Oliver. Sanity returned to the news thugs and to the cops, due entirely to Waldo's overwhelming fury and instant terrifying attacks against anyone who attacked Oliver! Keeping their distance and their manners this time, the news mob began asking questions again. The cops, annoyed, flustered and embarrassed, feeling that they had lost a lot of face, which they had because they had reacted with such stupidity, directing their attack against Waldo, instead of against the news mob, who was responsible for everything that had happened, wisely though angrily, retreated to a position between the news mob and Oliver and Waldo, a position they should have taken when they first arrived, which was why they were called by Krong: TO MAINTAIN THE PEACE AND TO PROTECT THE PERSON AND THE PROPERTY OF ANY CITIZEN WHO WAS BEING ATTACKED, HARASSED, OR DETAINED AGAINST HIS WILL BY OTHER CITIZENS! The news mob got all the information they wanted in an orderly, polite, and mannerly way, which they could have done in the beginning; the cops stood around between the news mob and Oliver and Waldo, bored now; Waldo sat down, licked his chops, then he laid down, yawned disdainfully, that's the way it came across, anyway; Oliver answered all the news mob's questions as best he could, and, suddenly it was all over. The news mob packed up quickly and left, the cops, turning to stare rather malevolently at Oliver and Waldo, they have long memories, especially when their power, the only power that is supposed to exist in a city, is successfully challenged by a small, insignificant little white dog and his nobody owner.
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This is one of Mr. Warner's popular Krong The Watcher stories. Oliver Orvile Egg, a young, white American was robbed a number of times and had his car hijacked, which irked him a lot so one day he had an inspiration and went to see the Watchers and met Krong. He asked him if he and the Watchers could help him protect himself from the criminal thugs who were breaking into his apartment and hijacking his car, maybe with some kind of dog, not a real dog or a robot dog, one of those android dogs, which Krong and his Watchers agreed to do, making Oliver what they called a canisoid dog for canis 'dog' and 'oid' like or the same as. Waldo the Wonder Dog was the result, and a real wonder he was too: he had super eyes; he could smell about 100 times better than a real dog; he could hear better; he could talk; he was damn smart; he could fly; he knew everything there was to know about crime and criminal thugs; he had a Watcher video camera inside his head so he could take a picture of the scene of a crime and a picture of a criminal thug if he had to shoot one with his built-in Watcher ray gun called a 'stingray' because it stung and because it was a ray gun; and Waldo was programmed by the Watchers to guard his apartment and to protect Oliver from any one and from anything, which includes the cops and the news media, which Waldo does magnificently! As time goes by, Oliver asks for and gets some more animaloids, that's what they are called, from Krong: a catoid called Tom; a doveoid called Angel; an owloid called Mr. Hoot; and a snakeoid called Rattles. Oliver and Waldo become worldwide celebrities appearing on TV all over the country. Then Oliver meets Shirley Grayson making Waldo the Wonder Dog a love story too. Shirley gets a monekyoid she calls Clyde. Waldo helps catch some criminals and becomes known as Robodog the Crime Fighter. The animaloids are such great protection that everybody wants one when Olive gets Krong's OK to sell the animaloids and the stingrays, and the shoot outs start all over the world. Crime and criminals have never had it so tough. Blink an eye and an animaloid goes for the jugular or the gunslingers zap ya with a stingray that attacks the pain center of the human brain causing intense agony. Criminals are on the run. At long last!
About the Author
Robert James Warner was born and raised in Long Beach, California. He went to the local schools. He was drafted in to the Navy on March 9, 1944, during the World War II as soon as he finished his last semester in High School. He was discharged from the Navy on June 16, 1946. Mr. Warner went back to school at Long Beach City College, on the G.I. Bill, taking Mechanical Engineering before he switched to journalism. After about a year and a half at City College, he quit. Mr. Warner had always been interested in writing, but he had huge handicaps to overcome: he couldn't spell (he still can't); and grammar was then and is now a mystery to him. Mr. Warner first began to write when he was about twenty. During the next few years, he wrote some songs, poetry, and short stories, but his output was quite low. From 1947, after Mr. Warner left City College, to 1950, he had a number of different inconsequential jobs--the longest, at Douglas Aircraft in Long Beach where he worked in the blueprint department for eight months until he quit and loafed awhile. In 1950, he enlisted in the Active Naval Reserve as a Weekend Warrior, so that he could learn seamanship and get paid doing it. He has had a life long love affair with boats (building his own) and fishing. About three months later, the Korean War started and Mr. Warner was called back to active duty in the Navy Aircorp for a year. He was discharged in August 1951, serving on three aircraft carriers, operating off of Korea in the China Sea, bombing and strafing the communists! After Korea, Mr. Warner went back to City College for awhile, then got a job on a freighter as a deckhand. He then made two trips to the Hawaiian Islands, about thirty days round trip, hauling bulk sugar for C&H Sugar in Crocket California on the Sacramento River. Leaving the ship in Crocket, he went to Santa Rosa, California, where he washed dishes in a few restaurants and got a poem published in the local newspaper--a big day in his life. Next, he went to Yosemite and washed some more dishes before going home. Mr. Warner has cleaned chicken dung from under the pens; he owned and operated his own auto wrecking yard; owned his own 2nd Store; was half owner of a Yacht Landing; speculated in Real Estate; and worked at some other odd jobs, going to work for the Long Beach Fire Department in 1953 for the next twenty-six years, retiring in October, 1979. Mr. Warner got married in 1961, had his son in 1963, and got divorced in 1973. In 1974, Mr. Warner and his son, Jeff, drove to Alaska during the summer. On his return, Mr. Warner wrote his first novel. Since 1974, Mr. Warner has written 31 novels, about 125 short stories, 2 Civil War history books, and 2 poetry collections.