FoxTrot by Bill Amend for July 18, 2005
Peter: Remember that time the Tafts paid me to dog-sit? Paige: A good week, as I recall. Peter: For you, maybe. That little psycho furball turned me into a human pincushion. I swore if I ever said yes to doing it again, may God strike me dead with lightning. Paige: Why are you bringing this up? Peter: Let me know if you see any storm clouds. Paige: It's a rough economy. I'm sure the big guy understands.