Fred Basset by Alex Graham for July 31, 2022

The reason I have a glass cake cover on the table to protect food from two very large paws.

Oh Mrs Dear, you have met your dog Fred, right? You had to see that coming!

Gotta love them sausages.

See! You couldn’t get that ham from the counter the other day, but we all knew that sooner or later you would be able to nab something from the table top. Ta da! Patience paid off. Your fave. Sausages! The woman just never learns. Sometimes I wonder if she doesn’t do it on purpose.

Score, Fred!! Now hurry off. Remember to look innocent, and don’t let her get close enough to smell your breath.

Someday… they’ll learn to stop leaving sausages on the table. But that would eliminate one of their plotlines.

I’ve said it before. And I’ll say it again. They still taste better when they’re pinched!

Don’t blame Fred, blame the ‘Stoopid’ human.

Fred are those sausages all for you or do you plan to share them with a special female friend ?

Enjoy Fred! No sympathy for Mrs Dear

The cartoon is blacked out, so I cannot see it. Can someone help?

Must have been for him. It seemed to have been all arranged.

Uncooked, some day he will have tummy troubles or worms.

It would be interesting to go back and count the number of times through the years that Fred has filched sausages, either from the Dears’ kitchen or the local butcher shop. It’s got to be in three figures, anyway (maybe once every month or so?). And the number of individual sausages? It could be thousands!

NaughTEE!!!

Unguarded food = Happy dog

Silly dog, Silly Mrs. Dear!

Bad dog, Fred.