Dogs of C-Kennel by Mick & Mason Mastroianni for September 06, 2019

Just one beer? You sold yourself short, Will.

It’s pretty hard to get all the fleas to wear them anyway, not to mention the whole leash thing.

More like blackmail. “Fetch em a beer or else my collar poisons you!”

Will has a good thing going. The only bad part is that he keeps having to spit out drowned or drunken ants.

Nope this is not a symbiotic relation, rather a parasitic relationship. Fleas are parasites and deserve death!

“Hey, it’s only half full!” “Good, you’re an optimist.”

I wonder what brand of root beer he’s drinking

I certainly wouldn’t make that trade.

Will, you need to get rid of those fleas.