Dog Eat Doug by Brian Anderson for May 09, 2020

I knew a woman a long time ago. She’d been nicknamed “Puddles,” because way down deep, she was shallow.

Well, I suppose if someone was staring into my living room, I might get busy with the garden hose too.

Is Sophie harboring the soul of an ancient…?

Love Sophie’s peaceful transcendent face in panel 2

Ahh, and it was such a nice moment of quiet contemplation. Fish have no soul.

I suppose people gazing into lakes like this would sort of come across as like peeping toms to fish…

Time for them to bring Dad back with his fishing pole.

Mr. Limpet?

I think today Doug’s “Bak” might be taken literally!