Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for January 27, 2014

If Rex really was smart, he would’ve locked the door after the food was inside the house.

Good dog, Rex!I mean… bad dog!

Well… smart dog, anyway…. he learned the trick.

Franklin has found the key to dog training success!

I hope it’s in his pocket.

Rex had it up to here with Harold bringing home milk, bread and vinegar but no doggie yummies. “That’ll teach him” thought Rex. “The next time he won’t forget me, hmmm maybe I’ll bite him too for good measure”

The dog gets blamed for everything.

Fenton….. is someone knocking at the door?

Come on it! The Tiki is never locked!

Oh… it’s Franklin…. his arms are full of groceries. I guess Rex still has him locked out.

Coming, Franklin! I’ll get the door for you.

Fenton, Franklin needs a shot of bourbon, and a beer back.Long night.

Hi Susan. Fenton, a pint of the dark, please. How about you Susan.

Oh… Hi X!

… that sounds good to me! Thanks.

Watch out for the onions Franklin dropped …. don’t trip.

This is one that strikes too close to home. I had a dog that not only locked me out of the house – fortunately, we kept a spare key hidden in the garage ( it just took me 20 minutes to remember where ) – but locked me out of my truck ( with the keys in it, naturally ). The guy from Triple A got it unlocked, once he stopped laughing his a$$ off !The dog just pretended she was glad to see me.

Rex is petitioning for a doggy door.

“Who, me?”

“Push you idiot quit pulling.”Seen folks do that….done it my self.

@Ling, too funny. I locked mine in trunk of my car when I put them down inside to load a big bag of topsoil in. Now, I at least make sure my insurance covers that. AND I put the keys back in pocket or purse!

Look Human, I may have taken the large painting off the wall, carefully listened to the tumblers of the combination safe, taken out the special expensive doggie yum yums and played Halo on the XBox while smoking your pipe but do you honestly think I could lock a door? Really?

Rusty Boy has made his case, but Fred is not listening. Shirley is in Toledo, so it looks like Fred will be climbing in through the window again. Fred the facts speak for themselves. Rusty Boy has neither the height, strength, robotics nor motive to lock you out. The biggest clue, no thumb. That’s right Fred, you own it, and it’s yours. We don’t know how you did it, but you did. Three possible solutions going forward. Weave the shoe laces through the key so you will always have it with you or go back to wearing the key around your neck and ignore the ridicule from your fishing buddies. Or volunteer at the after school program and Shirley can pick you up at 5:00.

Rex turned the deadbolt to the right with his nose. He could turn it back, but he won’t. This is too funny.

AH laks teh TIKI… NO DOORS to keep locked…AWLWAYS open…. (thanks to SuSun on teh night shiff)

When I was a kid, we only locked the house if we were going away for a vacation (at least a week – and then the water main was shut off and possibly much more that I wasn’t aware).

While Franklin waits for Rex to unlock the door, I think I will toddle off to bed.

Good Night BALLARDEERS.

Good night Linda.I hope you are OK.We miss you.

And now, the conclusion – closing door included.

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Good morning Balladeers and Tigressy!

Suspense!

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What I said yesterday! ,-D. ;-D