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ARLISS: Who's that beatin' my dog?

Look it here at his belly, how soft and smooth and pretty it is.

I thought maybe it was Papa.

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When Are We Going To Eat? - Arliss.

- What's the matter? - You'll find out.

where it would've been safer from the Indians, but...

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But there's a plague of hydrophobia in these parts.

ARLISS: He was rockin' my dog!

(GROWLING, SNARLING)

Anything? What's it look like?

Now, Miss Coates, I was just tryin' to give a word of warnin'.

Now, Papa, you know I've been achin' all over for a horse to ride.

(SNARLING CONTINUES)

He's sufferin'. You know we've got to do it.

(CHUCKLES) Lisbeth, go along with Travis.

Mama, look at the little, bitty puppy Lisbeth give me.

He's not your dog, and I never even touched him.

Them hogs would've never touched him.

Yeller sure has been givin' them coons the mortal fits.

Remember now, if she's had her calf, she'll be on the fight.

He's my dog. Ain't nobody gonna try to hurt him.

you start minding your big brother.

Since the time I splurged on a big feed at the Menger Hotel in San 'Tone.

Here, boy, come and get some bread.

So long Chime...

Nowhere, I reckon. She's just dead.

- (BARKING) - Yeah!

He was keepin' 'em off of me.

Them old hogs can fuss and charge around all they please, but up a tree

Come sit down, son.

I'm all right. It'd take more than them old hogs to kill me.

But on the other hand, he ain't hardly as big as a dog.

Why, ain't he a jim-dandy.

It's just that we've never been separated before.

Old Yeller was a mongrel

Won't hurt him to let him use it.

Well, no, I forgot to. Been so long since we had a dog.

Mornin', ma'am. I'm Burn Sanderson from down near San 'Tone.

Arliss, aren't you ashamed, throwin' rocks at that man?

- Quit chuckin' them rocks at me! - (BARKING)

(GROWLING CONTINUES)

You know they'll run if they get the chance.

Seein' all that...

Yeah, sure, I know.

That's right. Now, you're gonna ride here and hold him.

And you. You get off scot-free.

You're not going to keep my dog locked up in that crib anymore!

Biggest bother I've had, though, lately

You think he can't do it?

I will. Bye, ma'am.

Oh, you crazy, wonderful dog!

I guess he made about 10 mile.

KATIE: She didn't come up last night.

Why not let Arliss claim him?

Reckon if I can't be of no more help around here,

Travis, will you go down to the corn patch and pick us some roastin' ears?

Well, ma'am, I guess I better be gettin' back to camp.

- Prettiest thing you ever seen. - Oh!

Here, Yeller (WHISTLING)

- You ride a piece with me, Travis. - All right, Papa.

But I need me a good huntin' dog.

and it was real dark and muddy.

This here's hanged too long.

to take the place of the bad.

All right, Yeller, hold her there.

So long Chime....