That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for April 25, 2022

“Hey guys, this guy’s crotch smells like someone else’s bitch!”

/// The High Steward decided to pose

among dogs in his spiffiest clothes.

So he keeps careful watch.

Should a hound sniff his crotch,

he’ll apply his crop to the beast’s nose.

“I’m overwhelmed.” “Me, too. He’s a little ripe.” How are we gonna’ sniff out fox with Eau de Cologne here, stinkin’ up the place." “Sheese, take a bath man!” “Last time it took me a week to clear my snout.”

Who let the phallic imagery out?

This comic strip is going to the dogs.

Fetch.

They told me I’d never get rich./But I had an idea which/I just had to try out../But now there’s no doubt/I was wrong. They were right. “Life’s a bitch”.

“We go walkies?”

Every morning he makes his rounds/

And the whole damn valley resounds/

As we lie in our beds/

And our slumber he shreds/

With his bloody great pack of hounds///

We’re delighted that he’s one of those/

Who cleans up wherever he goes./

And we wish him success/

(Nothing more, nothing less)/

Though we fear for his beautiful clothes.///

For we note that he “runs with the pack”/

In a vest, and a blazer of black/

He will never surrender/

His sartorial splendor !/

Still, he’s carrying sh*t in a sack..

Every time that there was a fox hunt, Maude would get up early and stand guard, to make sure those damn dogs didn’t dig up her petunias again.

Jeffery watches in desperation as his other three dogs overshoot the stick and go running for the forest. It would take him days to recover them.

Red fur on the head, cream color on the legs, and black on the body. Yup, the dogs look like the owner.

The dogs always enjoyed a game of “guess how long since the master last bathed” before the hunt.

Is it my eyesight? I thought the dog (dead centre) was sniffing where it shouldn’t. Oh no, it’s just some badly ironed britches.

The drapes match the carpet.. and the dog ears.

Every morning he shouts “Where my bitches at?!”, and every morning it doesn’t get any more funny.

“Squirrel! Over there!” “NO! Squirrel is over here!”

“Are you crazy? The squirrel is up that tree!”

Ron Howard’s new movie Going to the Dogs was banned in Florida.

“His fur’s the right color, but he doesn’t smell like a fox…”

“My dog’s bigger than your dog!”

Either he has a few dogs or one dog moved around while this was being painted.

Dogs trying to tell Alfred that he has his pants on backwards.

Nope. As is the case with many portrait painters, this image shows rather freakishly short arms, small hands, a small head (the dogs have bigger heads than the man) and long legs. Perspective is way off.

It’s President Chester A. Arthur!

“Tell my wife I’ve gone to the dogs…Why are you grinning like that?”

Headin’ for the hills / with the Hounds of Baskervilles / in the mor-or-ning

The Honourable Mark George Kerr Rolle (1835–1907), High Steward (1861–1907): 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

"Category:Henry Richard Graves" site=commons.wikimedia.org 

(syntax supported by the Google, Yandex, Bing, Yahoo, Duckduckgo, and Ecosia search engines) in the browser address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and chose the first Category: link found, and once there, find the Honourable text on that webpage, and click the link for info and links that point to more info about this roughly lifesize painting. Other versions points to the strip coloration image.

 

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (Ctrl- or right-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #2918 (April 25, 2022) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment, and using the dropdown menu (even larger if you trim what’s after .png from the URL). I have added a comment there (awaiting Mr. Melcher’s approval) pointing to the artist info I used to point to here. First work by him used here.

Fido looking to see if he could get a boner like Lord Haversham. Trixie is waiting, breathlessly

You can tell that the steward is high /

when a fox nonchalantly strolls by /

with a sly vulpine grin/

(for a fox can smell gin)/

and the damn dogs don’t even try..

After the passing of Fido and his gorgeous tail, the pack was really concerned about the suddenly-appearing mustache and mutton chops on the master.

Early snipe hunts …

I’m sorry ma’am. I only paint redheads.

Though the Steward had many ‘emotional support’ animals, only one was trained to check for signs of leakage around his colostomy bag…

Okay, which one of you ate my lunch. Speak…speak damn it!