Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for May 13, 2020

No, Leroy, he saw you stash what looked like a milk-bone in your shirt pocket.

Must be separation anxiety.

Milk bone AND he tends to drop food on his tie. Rufus is actually going for a piece of bacon right there just above the top button.

I ruined my dog today. Gave her some of those Costco bacon bits, that are really moist and tasty. She keeps looking at me, hopeful.

Looks like it’s going to be another of those “Take your dog to work days”.

If Rufus keeps trying, one day he’ll finally hit the throat…

Let errrrr Rrrrrrip!

Rufus thinks: Yes, especially when you forget to feed me breakfast.

Gotta love a friendly dog

Awww… how sweet, take him with you today.. make it a take your dog to work day

Rufus! Refuse refuse! Refocus!

Rascally ruffian Rufus.

Or as I called him when I was a kid “Woofus”.

“Can I come with you? Please? Can I? Can I? Huh? Can I?”

I think he just hates to see you…