Wallace the Brave by Will Henry for December 04, 2021

Spud needs to move inland at some point. A place were they have rivers you can step across.

Just a bloody nose…but he is dry so that’s good.

♪♫ While Bella and Ursula stay in step… ♪♫

I like how Will’s sig incorporates into the fish bones.

So even after Thursday’s strip Spud ends up walking off the pier again. I agree, Wallace, thank goodness for low tide!

Don’t talk and walk. Or, if you’re going to talk the talk, watch the walk way.

So glad he didn’t get wet this time—variety is the spice that makes a cartoon sing!

Ah, the first holiday strip – “tater tots with their eyes all aglow..”

One of my dogs walked off the end of a pier once. I don’t know which of us was more surprised. :D

Spud needs a slightly-less-than-pier-length leash.

There must be something about the sea air that gets Spud ranting and distracted, because I’ve noticed he almost always is in the middle of a rant or other tirade whenever he does this. I wonder, if we could keep him from getting into such tirades while on the dock, if that would help reduce the amount of times he walks off the edge or not…

Broken nose vs wet clothing. Not really sure what bullet was dodged……

Anyone else google Cathy Cooney? They all look very nice. Not an undue threat to tater tots at all. Spud is WAY over reacting on this one.

Getting worked up over Tater Tots is understandable.

Hey Spud – give me some of your tots!

Where I come from half of the uptown businesses were built over the water. Calling it uptown was like collective uppityness for the townspeople but the place was too small to have across town, but I digress. At low tide my pals and I often climbed down from the docks and scavenged under the stores and other businesses since they’d throw some very desirable-to-a-kid trash out of their back doors. The pilings under each building were secured to exposed by low tide concrete pads that we’d navigate by hopping from one to the next as we collected our treasures. Under the drug store we hit the jackpot of alll jackpots!! A closed plastic tub filled with the display candies from the dime store across the street. All of the sweet treats we’d ogled for years and unable to buy on our 25 cents a week allowances were now our for the taking and tasting which we did with furtive looks and glee! Never mind that it. tasted. like. cra, uh, crayons. Whew. Glad I caught that one. This is a family strip. Yep, crayons. Colorful but tasteless after those years of being displayed under a window pane of glass at the ice cream counter. But still sugary as the day those pieces of joy were made and sent into the world. As the last malted and petrified milk ball was crunched by our now cavity prone teeth we felt the tide licking our ankles. The three little fellers who’d so nimbly jumped from pad to pad now were weighted down by the half ton of forbidden fruit slices and other contraband. We made it to the dock just as the tide covered our tracks and the pads. If we’d been stranded under the stores until high tide the next morning three little scavengers would have all been given the most dreaded of orders by our parents (Moms). Go cut me a switch. Darkness was approaching over the shoals and I realized I’d have to run or roll home for supper and…oh, my gosh, NO…eat. We’d dodged a bullet that day but we didn’t dodge the bucket. Maybe next time.

Study showed that the phrase “calm down” is far more likely to cause someone’s blood pressure to go up than down.

I’d much rather fall in cold water than face plant in low tide muck. Like face planting in fish guts.