Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for March 02, 2018

And which dog is this? IMWTK. I can see that the strings get in the way, but what is the purply blob on his snout?

It’s a guy thing.

Milton has told Sparky over and over…. go under, go under.

They go round and round on it.

But Sparky takes the high road, even thought it seems fraught with difficulty.

And yes.. I do think that’s his tongue.

“Who put this campsite in the path to my dog bowl?”

Why doesn’t he just go sleep in the closet?

Simple solution: growl like a bear and gnaw on the ankles. Couch camper gone.

♪♫ Tiptoe through the tent lines,

by the sofa, that is where I’ll be.

Come tiptoe through the tent lines with me… ♪♫

Milton is thoroughly enjoying his second childhood; couch camping, pillow fort building, playing the Great White Hunter in pursuit of the savage wild Sparky, ….

Pups usually don’t have trouble with tents.

The lamp must be bolted to the floor if it can provide that much support.

The tongue’s a nice touch, Jerry.

I think someone dropped a tent on the Wicked Witch of the Midwest and she’s about to lose her ruby stockings.

Buenos dias, MUDD.

I found today’s comic just a little tense.