Bliss by Harry Bliss for September 15, 2020

Order some pizza.

“What?”

I know cats will try to do that, but dogs?

Stick a fork in him. “Oh, sorry, pooch, I thought you were my food!”

That’s all right. You can watch.

This cartoon reminds me of an incident that my Dad related to me. After a serious car accident put the damper on his ability to do major carpentry work, he started building cabinets, furniture, and then, clocks. Along with the latter, he took up repairing and servicing both the clocks that he built and other clocks as well. On one occasion, he made a service call to the diggings of an old and thoroughly confirmed bachelor to fix a grandmother clock. While taking a break from this troublesome project (it was a poorly made clock and defied proper adjustment), the old man invited Dad to join him for dinner. (Dinner is the Hoosier word for lunch.) The old man had made something like chicken soup, but, according to Dad, in reality it was more like a half-boiled chicken; no seasoning, noodles, or anything else. My Dad, being hungry, decided to take a chance on the ersatz soup anyway. They both shoved their legs under the table and dug in. By and by, the bachelor’s tomcat jumped onto the table, perched down in front of him, and started eating out of his soup bowl. The old man paid no mind to the cat; he just kept shoveling in the soup from his side of the bowl. That was a bridge too far for Dad, who didn’t like cats much anyway. He decamped, claiming that he wasn’t really hungry, and returned to the clock, which he eventually got to run reasonably well.

so much for a nice, quiet dinner!

I know dogs can jump but that has to be one short table !

Dogs not allowed on the bed or the table in my house. Trying to reason with the dog is his first mistake.

This would be a time when I’d find out if a flying dog always landed on its feet.

Ranger, my Great Dane, would lower his head to the table. Forty years and I miss that.

Must be a Springer Spaniel.

I guess they don’t teach table manners in obedience school.

You can never let them get away with it or you are doomed. It’s like those crazy tourists on the San Francisco Bay ferry who think they can feed ONE seagull. Then, everybody has to deal with a replay of Hitchcock’s “The Birds” for half an hour.

No it’s not cute. Quit wagging your tail and get down.

That’s our dog, #HoudiniTheMagicShihPoo!

i let my cat eat on the table with me, her own food, that is

Nice Doggy.