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1. about 3 hours ago on Pickles

   Her pants might fit. The chair.. maybe the cushion cover comes off.

2. about 3 hours ago on Peanuts

   Woodstock is probably a protected species, too. Snoopy? Probably not.

3. about 3 hours ago on Ben

   If you’re reading, choose the one that leaves the least residue on your hands.

4. about 3 hours ago on Baby Blues

   Wren has yet another hidden talent.

5. about 3 hours ago on Wallace the Brave

   That’s a sterling example of dissembling.

6. about 3 hours ago on Phoebe and Her Unicorn

   Is that like saying, ’it’s interesting.’

7. about 3 hours ago on Get Fuzzy

   We have a new camera that surveys the driveway. A neighbor’s tuxedo cat often shows up on video. Last night he brought something in his mouth, set it down between the cars and proceeded to play mouse hockey. Last I looked, the score was tied.

8. about 3 hours ago on One Big Happy

   Suburban now, but the town just across the county line was a farm town. As it evolved into suburbia, some habits were slow to die away, like the old fellow who used to come into town to the feed &farm supply store every Saturday in his horse-drawn wagon. (He passed on and his wife gave part of his farm to the county as park land.)

   But, we were talking about pigs. That town had two auto body shops—a new one near the feed store, and an older one behind across from the town square by the old railroad right-of-way. The shop had a locked storage lot. I was there looking at a wrecked car. The shop owner let me into the lot with a caution “Don’t worry about Wilma. She’s harmless.”

   Now, I had plenty of experience with junk yard dogs. Usually they were all bluster, or they the shops had them locked safely away. I walked across the lot, found the car I was looking for, and had stooped down to inspect its undercarriage, when I heard a snuffle. Wilma—a full grown American Yorkshire sow— appeared from behind the dumpster. Maybe harmless, but she definitely commanded respect—I kept the car I was looking at between her and me.

   The shop owner told me later that she was much smarter, took much less maintenance than any dog he’d owned, and one look at her kept intruders from climbing into the lot.

9. about 4 hours ago on Red and Rover

   That was decades ago. I am still sad when I think about it. His death was so preventable.

10. about 4 hours ago on Red and Rover

    While working, I got an assignment to look at a fatality car at the local salvage yard. The owner’s name didn’t look familiar, but I recognized the car immediately. It belonged to a young man I knew, (a friend of a friend.) The car was licensed in his mother’s name after she’d remarried. It was a foolish accident—no seat belt, ran off the road and was thrown from his car.