Pickles by Brian Crane for April 24, 2014

Doesn’t he ever do it in the front yard?

Roscoe’s reaction is the same as the Bumstead’s dog.

Just a minute, nature is calling!

Winter of 1971, we were in a prefab building with only a woodstove for heat and no indoor plumbing. If you had to go in the middle of the night, you bundled up and walked through the snow to the outhouse. Meanwhile, the cats had a litterbox inside, near but not too near the stove. And when it did fill up, we had to bundle up and walk through the snow to dispose of the old litter..Remind me again how we’re the dominant species on this planet.

To a dog, you’re God…To a cat, you’re staff.

" No Nelson, us humans are suppose to pick it up,"

This past winter reminded me why we have cats and not dogs. When the snow was up to our butts, and the wind was coming straight out of the arctic circle, we only had to go as far as the front porch to dump the cat litter, and while we did we snickered at all the people “communing” with their dogs who were more interested in checking out every single tree in the neighborhood than in getting their business done.

I’m not too sure about Earl.

Love it!

xxx

Roscoe could be thinking..“Are they talking to me?..(best Robert De Niro impression)