Bloom County 2019 by Berkeley Breathed for November 19, 2015

I’m a dyslexic atheist; I don’t believe in dog.

I’m a dyslexic, agnostic, insomniac. I lay awake wondering if there really is a dog.

Uhh. This thing is a poodle, at best only barely dog….

My dog is real and true. Your dog, however, is a-whining after false dogs and will be flung into Poodle Purgatory.

I like the celestial pooper-scooper.

In Lab Retriever heaven, it’s always raining

There aren’t any Cretans in heaven, because they are all liars. Epimenides says that they are all liars, and he shoud know. He’s a Cretan. Uh oh, another big problem.

The “service dog” scam is getting ridiculous. Too bad because real service dogs are invaluable. The backlash is coming

2000 meals at Olive Garden? There probably wasn’t a lap left to sit on.

“I’m a Service Dog!!”

My dog was interested in the clams I was eating. I threw him one. He caught it, made a face, rolled it back up his tongue to his lips, and set it on the floor. He sniffed it, made another face, and rolled in it.

Mixing “All Dogs Go To Heaven” and “Oliver & Company”—Georgette is having problems getting in.Also, it looks like Binkley and Abby are getting closer—at least from Binkley’s point of view. Look at them eyes!

But you’re supposed to let sleeping dogs lie….

(Probably no one will see this, but here goes) There was this dyslexic that walk into a bra……

Service dogs are the good kind. Support dogs are the category that will have to be better defined. Just whine long enough at some health professional and get a phony-baloney certification.