Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for April 06, 2010

The sooner, the better!

Oh boy, the woman doesn’t just need to get out; she needs a date - fast!

what to do with an empty tea cup, or is it now a helmet.

Poor Phyllis ran out of aluminum foil…

Most people can’t pull off tea cups as hat fashion, but Phyllis makes it work.

Madam Sandler.

“Look at me! I’m Crazy Teacup Lady! I have a teacup on my head!”

No One can wear a teacup like Phyllis.

Back in Cleveland, Cleo’s delicate senses are assailed:

http://www.comicssherpa.com/site/feature?uc_comic=cscwy

If it really were a rotting dead cow, Cleo would want to eat it or roll in it, so I don’t get her complaint. Ms Sensitive.

http://www.comicssherpa.com/site/feature?uc_comic=cscwy&uc_full_date=20200406

Mmmm. Steak.

The last time Phyllis got out, they chased her down and brought her back!

These days, who doesn’t?

Good! More for us! What kind of sausage you serving with that?

She’s getting ready for a date…

https://youtu.be/YknMqaT83h4

Hi, present and future Cleo family….

and welcome to the April 6th  2020 “CLEO and COMPANY” on Sherpa.

Cleo seems to be insisting on this new way of announcing her presence…

A door-slam that can be heard all down the block.

If I were Claude or Clara, knowing that the neighbors probably think I can’t control my dog…

There would be treats withheld, timeouts in the corner, and maybe another semester of obedience school in store for Cleo.

But no. Not even a “Confound it, Cleo!”

Just a look that barely even brushes against resignation.

As for Ms. Cleo’s complaint… yes, I’ll agree.

A rotting dead cow would have been a windfall to most of the dogs I’ve known…

There’d be dancing in the street.

Maybe our little movie star has been spoiled by getting anything she wants at home and on the set…

good thing she still wants kibble at all….

and she’s gone right off some things that would bring joy to less favored canines.

I do have to say, though….

not due to any smell of beef or rot, but just on its own… um… not merits…. but just on its own accord…

I’m firmly in the “no sauerkraut” camp.

I don’t understand it myself…

I love cabbage, cooked or raw…. dill pickles, sweet pickles… and I can take or leave almost any other kind….

But I take flak in certain circles cos I can’t stand the taste or smell of sauerkraut… or kimchi, either.

So sue me.

But I’ll tell you…. the looks you get when you refuse sauerkraut on your hot dog or corned beef sandwich, and douse it liberally with ketchup instead….

I’ve been lucky to make it out of a few delis alive.

Ketchup??? On corned beef??? Blasphemous!

OK, I should be asleep….

but I just realised I forgot to say…

Last year, a friend gave me a hat like Phyllis is wearing….

It was very pretty, but somehow, I never wore it.

I guess it just wasn’t my cup of tea.

…and on today’s Bob’s Your Uncle, a life’s lesson for all males in the audience.

http://www.comicssherpa.com/site/feature?uc_comic=csmxz

Golly, Miss Cleo sure has a ’tude this morning!

I guess she hasn’t learned that you just eat the meat it’s served with, and dump the rest.

I’m right there with you Cleo. Unlike some things, this I have tasted and rejected! Who came up with this stuff?

As far as Phyllis, how many of us are getting to this point? ‘I will just have to amuse myself at home!’

This is one powerful comic! I just went off to make a pot of tea and everywhere smelled like sauerkraut!

That wasn’t a cow that stunk. Claude missed having his yearly bath.