Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for April 03, 2018

None of them have uncovered a buried bone. Obviously, Bob just doesn’t have a nose for these sorts of things. Hmmmph! Humans!

Aw Scooter, cut him some slack. At least he’s trying, again and again.

Bob and Scooter are just sick of the hole business.

Bob’s effort at holeistic medicine is a failure.

Let’s try for a few more puns on the word “hole”.

Bob’s got the hole world in his hands.

Scooter’s got the hole world in his nose.

I can dig it.

I doubt if Bob even respects himself.

Scooter knows his holes.

A shovel does not a digger make.

Good morning Mudd and Gweedo.

Scooter is thinking… enough of this, go back in the kitchen and give me a bowl of kibbles.

Scooter wants his holes bone-in.

When he gets done digging them he don’t even pee in em!?

Show him how it’s done, Scooter… without the shovel…

I think Bob is an undercover mole paid by some other country and Agent Scooter is on to him.

Holy back yard, Batman!

Bob was told he should get into a more wholesome line of work.

I resemble these remarks!!