If this were real life, Fred would die some day and all those muddy pawprints would become so insignificant in comparison to one last hug and cuddle.
Anyone doing that now would be arrested for child abuse.
John can moonlight as a hypnotist.
Why is Patrick obsessed with ice hockey when it’s clearly the middle of summer in Drabbleland?
Maybe she’d be happier at work if her desk was lower or her chair was higher. Her posture is all wrong and she’s courting repetitive strain injury.
It will be years before that comes along. You’ll have forgotten by that time.
Yeah, I’ve heard that opinion. If I followed that advice, there are times when I would have either regretted it a great deal or been in a lot of trouble when I discovered I shouldn’t have thrown away something I turned out to need after 365 days.
You mean the dogs won’t have to hold it for yet another day?
If she’s this lazy about walking them, I’d hate to smell her house.
Bub had better be on his best behavior.
Maybe she could find a Junior-sized box.
Patrick should wait a couple of days until the strip swings back from the middle of summer to winter again.