Dog Eat Doug by Brian Anderson for June 09, 2022

Because we’re retired, our schedule looks kinda like that too. Except we don’t chase fluff.

“I am the fluff! Stop chasing me!”

I really want to use this calendar asap

Life, to Sophie, is timeless.

That wasn’t an accident, that was an on-purpose.

That wasn’t a prediction. That was an event. Sort of like Christmas, but sooo not.

An accident is forgivable. But when you search around and find a “new” place to relieve yourself it is not and “accident”, it is a poorly chosen choice.

Sounds like my days.

That was a good guess though, for someone who doesn’t keep track of the days.

The Mayan calendars never predicted disasters. That was ignorant whites doing that.

They could be washed. However, chewing up his leather loafers would’ve been much worse.