Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for November 27, 2018

Looks like someone is scratching his belly. Maybe he has fleas?

Bob is sure that Edna is feeding him far too many oats.

They call him Thumper….

Bob needs a bib.

Go put on your tap shoes Bob, your leg wants to dance.

This should shake things up around here.

He needs a toe-tapper to tap along with.

Happens every time Lawrence Welk is on.

Ya’know, they make a pill for that.

Good morning Sheriff Monkey.

Good morning Deputy Sheriff Sunshine.

Time to relive your square dance calling days, Bob. With the beat: “Swing your partner round and round, pick her up and put her down, she’s not mine, she’s not yours, she came in without hors d’oeuvres. Hee-haw!!”

Bob could have carried it off without social embarrassment, if only there’d been music playing ….. Unfortunately, his leg decided to do the St. Vitus Day Dance while Mrs. Higglepooder was expounding on the virtues of transcendental meditation for cats.

Free Sheriff MunkyBluz !!

Tap shoe…

That same small muscle has been getting Bob in trouble for years…

Bob should see a doctor before other tendons get involved.. be no stopping him if the other leg gets going.. He’ll be hopping like a rabbit.

knee jerk reactions do that.

“Muscle-Bound” was not a term I thought I’d use to describe Bob…

My first thought on seeing Bob was of a classic Robert Klein bit in which he portrays a blues singer. Here’s an abridged version that was all I could find. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MsTjAOOIxqQ

Perfect response while listening to that old blues standard: “I Can’t Stop My Leg”

Ferret-legging is becoming a problem in the neighborhood.