Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for March 22, 2013

Especially, since they are notoriously poor tippers !

It’s the bushy tail…

They’re gonna get caught, just you wait and see.

Dogs don’t need disguises at the Tiki.Or so I am told.

Heck, at the Tiki, they didn’t have to disguise themselves but Buddy was allergic to Yak ribs and Skipper didn’t like Red’s and my choice of music on the jukebox.

I’m headed for bed so I won’t elucidate – but I’ve just played a little Theodis Ealey single Slow Grindin I have pretty catholic ( small ‘c’ ) tastes but especially like Jazz, Blues, Zydeco, and groups like The Who, Pink Floyd, Iron Butterfly, and The Grateful Dead ! I HATE RAP !!

Radish…. yeah….everything they say sorta sounds like “snausage.”

True, at the Tiki, no disguise necessary.The Monkey takes pride in refusing service to no one on the grounds of race, religion, or species….

(I have to remind him now and then that his noble ideal has to include cats…. He doesn’t trust ‘em, you know….but he’s nice to them when they come in.)

Meanwhile….Henrietta’s Happy House of Hollandaise was not a good choice for a trial run.

It’s probably the sunniest, palest, tidiest restaurant on Ballard Street, with linen placemats, an attentive staff…. and a big, discriminatory, sign out front that says “No Dogs.”

NOT a happy house for pooch pretenders, or especially, discovered doggies.

Buddy and Skipper were caught on camera in a real restaurant – check out “Two Dogs Dining” at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EVwlMVYqMu4; )

Hey, if three dogs can make a bicycle run they can pull this off. Now dumb cats don’t have a clue. (hehehehe)

@StelBelCheck out the blog over at Frog Applause.A friend of yours is there…

Clothes make the dog! At least at the Chez Chien Chinois restaurant at SCHAABS! Here, Harold and Warren have just been served the chef’s special.

Buddy and Skipper should stop by SCHAABS and shop at the Hanoverian Hound Haberdashery [U.S. def.], followed by luncheon in the main dining room….and steer clear of Henrietta’s Happy House of Hollandaise and Fred Chambers’ clothes closet.

( SCHAABS: StelBel’s Canine Hotel and Antique Browser Shop — a fine establishment serving canine and feline clientele since 2012.)

ohhhh mah teef hert…. implants tuday…. no yak ribs fur a wile….:(()

a reeeeel strong nanner dakeri wood work reeel gud rite now….

Mornin’ all…..OK OK…. afternoon, but to each his own….

Aw… poor Monkey!

I’ll …. um…. soup one up for you…Of course, I mean I’ll put in extra rum….let me know if you mean with extra bananas.

Stel…. can humans and/or other species dine there too, and if so, must they be accompanied by a cat or a dog?

My friend Skritchy is of the squirrel persuasion…. he would like someplace nicer than the local squirrel restaurant to take Bonnie Bunny for their first date.

Not only is it rather austere, with a very limited menu, but she’s afraid of heights.

PS… though I’ve tried to encourage them, they’re a bit intimidated by the Tiki.

“Stel…. can humans and/or other species dine there too, and if so, must they be accompanied by a cat or a dog?”+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Susan , I’m glad you asked! Just recently, 3/14/2013 as a matter of fact, SCHAABS Board of Directors voted in favor of opening up the hotel and all of its amenities to all species, and they are currently considering a name change to reflect the new policy, which will take effect on 4/1/2013.

If anyone would care to suggest a new name for SCHAABS, please let me know by 3/29/2013.If your suggestion is selected, you could win a free week-end at Ballard St.’s premier resort!

First thing I thought of on this strip was when Nate used to sneak Louie into the movie theater at Chip Dunham’s strip “Overboard”.

I would rather clothe an (almost) 18 year old, than to feed him !I just got back in from treating the 6’ 2" ( skinny as a rail ) grandson to dinner. OMG ! where’s the little kid who’d have been satisfied on McDonald’s fries and chicken parts ( or whatever they call them ! ).Good thing he’s too young and doesn’t like alcohol ( although he knows about good wines, from being a server in a gourmet restaurant ) . As it was, it just cost me a fortune to feed the bottomless pit !I have already forewarned him – tomorrow he cooks ! Sunday, I will.From the time he was 4, I began to teach him to cook, as I firmly believe men should know how. He also knew how to vacuum, dust, clean the bathrooms, and do laundry, but according to my daughter, as he became a teenager, these skills began to slip from his testosterone driven memory. Anyway, between himself and meself, havin’ stuff to get into, I’ll be about as sporadic as I am when I’m away for the weekend.Tell Fenton to set a round up on me and save me a couple of Readbreasts. I’ll slip by later. Right now the super sniper – or whatever avatar he has – on this internet combat games, is busy destroying whatever, along with his ( and I;m serious ) international internet team.When we were kids, we considered Pen Pals kool !

Hi Ballardeers! I seem to have missed a day somewhere. Is today Friday? Buddy and Skipper can join me at my table. I’ll make sure they get a doggy bag before it gets put into the bag. The food, that is.

Poor munkey blues. Implants aren’t fun, but at least your will have a nice smile in a few months. Or a year.Pain killers help. You may smile more often with them. I have a bunch of red bananas. Want one?

susan, I am glad that you got everything straightened out with the monkey business in the back of the Tiki. I think the staff here is superb. Anyone joining me?

DAZZ, I saw your post last night and I love the mural. That is a nice picture of half your son and all of you and that handsome man of yours.

Looks like I have bad timing. Got to clean up the mess in my kitchen.

Hi bev. Just popped in again. How are you?

Sure. What’s to have. A ’nana daquiri? What do you suggest?

I have the munchies. Something savoury.

Uh, Bev?Hello?

She must have gone to the lady’s room. I’ll just help myself. Hmm. Some left over Yak ribs and a Manhattan should put me to sleep. Just enough.

I think those squirrels look so cute. Much better behaved than other squirrels I’ve seen.

You are right bev. I had a squirrel scare me on campus. Ran right up my leg for a peanut. He looked HUGE!I prefer chipmunks. Or brown and white tree squirrels.

How does one know when a red banana is ripe? I bought a bunch yesterday and I can’t tell. I don’t want to open one too soon. I can’t resist trying them though. They look so appetizing.

bev, I swear- I thought it was a RAT! And his jaws looked huge! I’ve never liked squirrels since. At the cottage, I would feed the little chipmunks and chase the squirrels away.

Chipmunks feet on a bare leg is COLD, lol but so light and ticklish.

Our cats had better luck with squirrels, unfortunately. As much as I dislike them, I did not appreciate finding just a tail at the door some mornings.

That is EXACTLY how I describe squirrels. Rats. Fancy rats.

I heard about the red bananas here bev. But from Teresa’s blog no doubt.

Yep. Cats don’t spare us anything. Dogs bury things, cats bring them home to show off. “Look what I caught, mommy” lol

Ever have a dead fish dropped in your lap? That on was “caught” on the beach, lol

Have you ever had plantain? I like to fry it with a little Jamaican curry.

And I’ve have mini- yellow bananas too. They are very sweet, but if they aren’t ripe, they are impossible to peel.

Munkey would be the expert on that.

bev, I probably shouldn’t admit that I once had mice in my apartment, but my cat Mua came along, and they disappeared. But first, he caught one or two, and I have to “praise” him for being such a good hunter. He wouldn’t let me near the poor mouse. He didn’t eat them, just played them to death. Yuck.

I had to wait till he was in the kitchen eating his breakfast and then I’d sweep up the mouse and through it out.

I remember when I was in Gambia being surprised to see banana and papaya trees, and mango trees on the compound. I’ve never walked out my door to pick a banana for breakfast before that.

I think I am getting tired. my grammar and spelling is shot to heck.

You haven’t seen rotten until you have eaten a black banana. That is what I had to eat as a baby when they though I had celiac disease. (I don’t).

Good Night Bev. I’ve enjoyed chatting with you, but I don’t think I can stay awake until the changeover. I must be getting old or something.

How was your ’nanner daquiri by the way?

Good Night bev. Sleep tight.

Just checking in all comments and see 2 directed to me – @ pcolli, Store managers were sometimes asked about why they allowed Cuddles Cockatoo in the establishment. I used to take her everywhere as she enjoyed meeting new people so much! When doing groceries, I only took her in colder seasons so she could stay inside a jacket until the check-out line, but all the rest (Target, JoAnns, Craftmart, and especially Best Buy because she loved attention from all the young men) she rode on the handle of the shopping cart, calling out “Hello, Hi, How are you?” as she passed friendly-looking people.

And @ Shika, thanks about the mural. I don’t show many photos of my kids on here, but that (middle son) is the only one who still looks the same now as then (he used some product on his hair from early on). My other 2 sons have succombed to the male baldness that their father had beginning even back when I married him. His older brother is currently compeating in high jumps along with his younger son who is just starting college. I have a big family (4 kids and 6 grandkids) and I’m quite proud of them. I used to have murals that I painted in almost every room of every house where we lived. One of these days I’ll describe more of them (mostly have few to no photos) but I had some that I loved and others that were just “very interesting”.

Claude shows us the bird?

https://cleoandcompany.net/march-22-2023/

Good morning Balladeers and Tigressy!