Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for August 26, 2009

If that guy’s undershirt is any indication, Reggie’d better do a little more scrubbing…

ejcapulet, hope you’re all settled now.

Reggie, dirt alone ain’t going to cut it, find some carrion…

Hey, Marg, we are for the most part. Moving in China is such a headache! It’s not like moving in the US at all.

I’d love to visit China. My wife lived in Hong Kong twice when she was growing up. I hope you are enjoying it!

It looks necessary.

The Navy gets the gravy but the Army gets the beans….

Reggie, If you have been in that guy’s house you need a good scrub.

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A very unsavory representative of Ballard Street!

It is Monday, which often brings a new contribution from Nighthawks, and here it is. See it (OK, Susan?)

http://www.comicssherpa.com/site/feature?uc_comic=cscwy

Cleo tries to oblige. She looks cute in her pink shirt.

How she stopped herself from eating the meat, I don’t know. Good girl!

That guy is a slob anyway, he never put his napkin on his lap. Meanwhile Cleo can lap up all the gravy.

Who wants a waitress (or waiter, for that matter) who’s a bitch?

Looking like a dog shouldn’t matter.

Would purp… err eye shadow match her uniform? Pink would be too much imo. A touch of light silvery-gray maybe?

Try meter-maid, Lovely Cleo!

Now we know why Cleo puts gravy on everything.

There’s nothing like scrubbing dung. Soon those house scents will be a thing of the past.

Well you did say you didn’t want it.

Cleo does, indeed, look cute in pink.

And this outing as a waitress is at least a better try than the last, as I recall…. not that I’m ready to be seated in her section just yet.

Not before a few more weeks of waitress training…. and ironclad assurances that she won’t be packing heat, just in case she’s in a bad mood when I ask for another glass of water.

I do have to say, though… disgusting as her response, today, looks to most humans, I think to a dog it’s perfectly reasonable.

Not that I don’t think Cleo knows it’s unacceptable to her customer… but dogs must think we’re really weird to care.

We’re so squeamish, we upright furless types.

We only eat certain parts of certain creatures; we turn down perfectly wholesome, at least partially edible things that are lying right there on the sidewalk.

And we purposely get into water, to remove our scent, and come out absolutely stinking of soap.

It seems to me that Cleo and Reggie, above, would be in perfect agreement on most of that…

even if Cleo has been a bits spoiled by a life of middle-class human indulgence, plus a few star turns in the movies.

Meant to say…

Farside99 responded…. he’s fine…. will be back after Tuesday.

Whew.

A Cleo without Claude

Is like a day without

SusanSunshine

First thing that came to mind today was Flo of Mel’s “Kiss my grits.” Diner

I love Mondays! Being retired, Monday is just another day. But, we get new Cleo’s each Monday. Thanks Nighthawks!

I usually ask for gravy on the side. That way I can give the little bowl directly to the waitress to lap up instead of slobbering all over my dinner. Good Girl.

Who didn’t see that response coming? Cleo may be sentient, verbal, and self-aware, but she’s still a dog.

I wonder – is all that dust Reggie’s stirring up coming from the ground or the house?

Stel ol’ bel pointed out that Cleo snarfed up her own name tag in her zeal to gobble up the gravy

Cleo would probably prefer the gravy over a tip. She’d only use the money to buy gravy anyway.

Good evening Balladeers, Miss Susan and Plods! I hope you all are well and living “the good life”! :-)