Overboard by Chip Dunham for December 28, 2023

that stinks, huh Louie!

Still has a dog brain!!!

My brother-in-law and his Native American wife were visiting. They decided to sleep out under the stars in the back yard. In the middle of the night, my bil had to answer the call of nature. But he didn’t want to go back in the house and traipse all the way to the other end to the bathroom, so he went on a bush in the corner of the yard.

Unfortunately, a skunk was under that bush. He took offense and returned the favor.

That’s how my bil got his Native American name—Pees on Skunks.

True story.

They have earmuffs on but no clothes pin to pinch their nose. I guess they can’t handle the cold but can enjoy the smell of skunk.

It’s good training for scraping barnacles off the hull, Henry!

Scrub! Scrub! Scrub!

Good morning crew, don’t turn your nose up at this comic!!

To My Dearest Friends, My brother passed away this morning. He was 89 years old, and it was expected. Still, I am devastated. We were so close and now he is gone. I loved him so very much. So if I “disappear” for a while, don’t worry, I just need time. My Love To You All, Ginnie

Keep Louie on a leash as skunk breeding season to start in January and run thru much of Feb. (at least here in Kentucky- – -ask Buko how I learn of that)

Good morning Crew!

Sorry for your loss.

What a stinky surprise.

Good evening and good night, Crew!

Indeed … this situation stinks, for Louie and his friends. Bummer.

Good Evening, Crew.