I think it was Laddie Boy dogfood that first came up with the notion of puppy stream of consciousness. In Doggie Style, scripster Jonathon Morgan employs this same device to put worldly canine commentary about sex and poop into the mouth of Max, a dachshund. Max waddles about the sexual perimeter of neighboring homes, sounding like Gilbert Gottfried on acerbic pills, threatening to make chew toys out of Gucci shoes. The effect is lovable and hilarious, and Max is paws-down the best performer in the vid.

Steven St. Croix and Morgan upstaged by a house pet? Isn't that what W.C. Fields warred against? Well, it's enough to make you forget about sex, which seems almost like incidental fare, here.

St. Croix plays the philandering head of the Butts' household, and Max has enough to say on the subject as St. Croix shares a wake-up, non-anal (given her usual penchant) call with wife Bridgette Aime. On to other rooms for Max, as his vision captures a world in videocam-wobbly, black and white images (the sex is in color). Max calls Debi Diamond "the crazy lady", proving that deep wisdom can be found in the mouths of mutts.

Diamond and Aime share a cursory episode of stinkfinger, but their matchup hardly gets past the warm-up stages. Morgan (playing St. Croix's son!!) has French girlfriend Beatrice Valle over, and tries to con her with some good old American bullshit, with Max articulating his thoughts on that subject. The predominantly doggie scene (as all of them are, thus die title) ends in a facial.

Max goes to the bathroom to take a drink out of the toilet, and discovers Jasper with her boyfriend Spike (T.T. Boy). As you might imagine, Max has a few comments about the name Spike, as T.T. takes Jasper over the vanity for some doggie action, ending in a facial.

The relaxed, loosey-goosey vent of the show is its charm, and Doggie Style, with its flirtatiously suggestive boxcover concept, will snag potential customers.