Merely by coincidence, I just finished reading one of Ellis Peters’s Brother Cadfael novels, “The Leper of St. Giles,” in which a young man in love with a wealthy girl grows up quickly (and becomes worthy of the girl he loves) by spending time with people much less fortunate than he — in this case, people with leprosy in a medieval hospice. Maybe Gunther should read the book.
Old joke averted. After Panel 2, the punch line is supposed to be “That’s not my dog.”