Pickles by Brian Crane for July 12, 2016

Just call the doctor to cancel, Opal.

Does de dog gots de documents sayin’ he a doctuh?

Earl, have you been eating from the sofa again instead of the table like Opal constantly nagged you to do?

Good boy, Roscoe!

Good boy Roscoe!

Good. If the doctor had said it was cancer, even if they removed the whole thing without a single remaining trace, you’d never be able to donate blood again for the rest of your life. (Go ahead, ask me how I know this.)

Not sure I can see Earl getting close enough to hummus to get any on his arm.

I was right…it wasn’t cancer.

@RootsInDM called it yesterday.

I’m surprised that Earl eats hummus !

I think this was kinda romantic. Opal caring for Earl in spite of his refusal to take what turned out to be hummus seriously. Super Senior Moment….

Earl hates hummus, he was feeding it to Roscoe

I would think hummus stuck to you is a more imperative reason for visiting the dr.

Remember Mikeie, Rosco will eat anything….

Something similar happened to me once…wife said (horrified) “What is that growing on the back of your arm? I have never seen it before.” Turned out to be a tiny Milk Dud.

So, Roscoe is a trained cancer sniffing dog, eh?

Just another example of Earl being a slob…

Good ol’ arm hair! I wonder what my arms really look like under that coat.

Roscoe cured Earl’s cancer. It’s a miracle!