Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for May 04, 2018

Rusty is a pure bred bacon retriever.

Well, you can’t blame a guy for trying.

“Arf. Are you going to finish that steak?”

Is Rusty picking his nose?

My friend cut her index finger in half with a table saw a while back. Now she sits in meetings with her hand near her nose and looks just like Rusty with it buried to the second knuckle.

I first read that as Rudy.

Rusty’s practiced the sad-eyed beg to perfection.

[Tap Tap Tap]

(“Are you aware that the meat in this establishment is prepared in a very unsanitary manner?”)

That’s a coincidence – they’re eating breakfast & she has red fruit loops all over her clothes.

I thought maybe he was tapping on the window?

I like to annoy people by pretending to poke my finger all the way into my ear, at the same time pushing out the opposite cheek with my tongue, and wiggling both.

Is Marcella drinking wine with her breakfast again?