Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for September 27, 2017

Well, that can has been lying there for a looong time. Scooter remembers it from when he was just a pup.

Smells like Heinz Cream of Dinosaur Soup.

IMAGINATION!

Dogs have sensitive noses, I would not want to doubt their information.

Kids and dogs are simpatico. They’re on the same emotional and intellectual wavelength. Scooter, for instance, is just like Bill Watterson’s Calvin.

I think that’s an empty tin of magic mushrooms, empty but still potent.

Whatever it was, whatever it is…

in the minds of Ballard Street’s younger dogs…

plus, of course, a score or more of impressionable puppies,

it will be whatever Scooter says it is.

They look up to Scooter, puppydog eyes wide and brown….

heads tilted to one side, mouths agape….

swallowing stories of the brave Scooter battling dinosaurs and filling cans with their meat…

the way Scooter himself once swallowed great portions of Stegosaurus haunches and Triceratops livers….

The legend grows.

And Scooter chuckles quietly to himself.

Scooter’s just a 6-year-old kid at heart.

I wonder which Dinosaur Scooter is imagining himself as.

Scooter’s having a “Fantasia”…

Makes you wonder what dogs are really thinking or if they do have an imagination. Love this comic!

In case you all missed me, I’m here, just swamped. And unlike Scooter, I’m not making it up! although remember the time Scooter thought the Trash bin behind the Ballard Fish and Delicate Dry Goods Store had a dead body in it? Turns out it was old Mr. Tranksflax sleeping off a week long whoopee.

He found a fossil.

I Love Scooter!

I bet the can wins.