Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for November 07, 2017

And Earl makes no bones about it.

Earl is tired of Gordy’s constant begging for bones.

Bad dog Gordy! You may not order bones on line! And how did you get my password anyway?

Does this make Gordy a bonehead, or Earl?

Thats my girl.

More!

More!

More!

Can’t have enough treats in the house to satisfy her.

Only one of our cabinets has a kiddie-latch… the one with the dog treats in it.

Well, now,, I’ve got a bone to pick with you.

If that was a cat it’d be in hog heaven with the box.

“Darn it, Earl! I’m a doggie, not a magician!” (Star Trek → “Bones” → Doctor… ☺)

“Let them eat biscuits!”

No bones about it, Gordy is boneless and bereft.

Those were supposed to be for everyone at Gordy’s birthday party, but now the party’s ruined and Earl had to cancel it. Gordy doesn’t care, though, because he got what he really wanted.