Red and Rover by Brian Basset for August 04, 2022

Brian, I think you need to practice drawing Red’s swim trunks.

Schemes like this often backfire.

Red will become red like an Indian in the hot sun!!

The girls are not so easy to take away!!

Hey! That’s not Fizzies!

Red, pivot and hook up the sprinkler! Ha

That’s right! Keep ‘talking’ and maybe they’ll think you’re daft and go, LOL!

He’s not talking to himself, ladies! He’s talking to his stuffed tiger. No, wait…

Do they still make Fizzies?

Women will make you do that. bless their hearts

He can’t take it anymore! EVERYBODY OUTTA DA POOL! NOW!

Get used to it Red, It doesn’t get any better. You know when you are infected with cooties when you start shopping for a ring.

What if the baker’s man actually shows up – kind of like saying “candy man?”

Poor Rover, even he is confused over Red’s behavior.

Those twins would drive anyone crazy… LOL

Better than talkin’ to a pair of icky girls!

May he’d have better luck with his own bubbles.

On a hot summer day, my two sisters were with the neighbor girls in their pool and I was feeling a little left out. Inside, I found a toy baby bottle. You know, the itty bitty plastic ones. An evil plan came to mind. I took it down to the pantry and packed the bottle about half full of baking soda and got some vinegar in a little cup. I carefully snuck up behind their back hedge, paused for a while to listen if they’d seen me. Then I sucked up some of the vinegar into the bottle and threw it over the hedge into the pool.

“What’s that?”

“Hey! It’s zooming all over the place!”

“Cool!”

“Hey, Tentoes, do it again!”

I had to go back and get some more soda and reloaded it several times.

No, they never invited me to join them.

The fizz all fizzled out!!

Let it go Red.

Not only that, he’s losing the argument.