Speed Bump by Dave Coverly for August 25, 2024

… and that spot where you are is where the dog peed. They look almost the same.

He admitted to abusing alcohol!

The real trouble starts when someone saids, “Here, hold my beer”.

Smell like stale beer? Oooh, that’s sure to attract lots of flies.

I would say someone here has a problem with alcohol.

Beer and dogs don’t mix.

We have a pool and a sign that reads, “Pool Rules: You are not allowed to do anything that starts with, ‘Hey, watch this.’”

I was visiting my cousin’s farm with my niece. There was a rat under one of the chicken coups (the coup was about the size of a telephone booth – remember them?). My niece was standing by the corral fence (almost 5 feet high). So my cousin and I evicted the chickens and tipped over the coup.

The rat got a 10-foot head start on one of my cousin’s dogs. It ran another 10 feet in what remained of its life. Unfortunately, rat and dog ran directly at my niece who, with a shriek that was heard two counties over and in a single bound, wound up sitting on the fence. She’s a fit woman, but I did not think she was that athletic.

The dog made a victory lap around the yard with the rat in its mouth before dropping it and rolling over it several times.

I think that’s when my niece decided that veterinary science was not what she wanted to major in at college.

No – you want beer in you, not on you!

Rubbing alcohol.

Doggies not rolling in disgusting spilled beer. We rolls in poop.

I take it this is a beer garden.

an’ that’s the spot where my dog… well, y’know…

I thought the man and dog were break-dancing.

AA anyone! ;-)