The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for February 24, 2012

Prospects look a bit “grim” here.

Morning Gargyles!!

Run, pup! Before you’re led to Death’s door!

All comments are killer tonight.

My wife hounded me until I got her a dog.

“play dead”

The reason the Dad is reluctant is because the kid’s brother (he’s one of the Brothers Grimm) had a cat who used to reap the furniture to shreds.

Sorry, I’m just not finding this Humerous.

You shall reap what you scyth.

The first time it wets the carpet, his mom will be mortified!

Dog plus bones not good for someone

them bones them bones them dry bones!

“Wouldn’t you rather have some skull candy son?”

someone mentioned this comic on Ballard Street so I had to come see. I’ll be back because the comments are entertaining.

John B and Eldo —

I hate to be sternum, but this is not a place to carpal lot.

If you two have a bone to pick, hope it’s not asking tomb much to request that you take it outside.

Come to Death, Poochie!