Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for January 03, 2021

Pour a little water on him. He’ll get up and move in a huff.

That is what you call an occupation. I suggest a bribe.

If he had a cat, there wouldn’t be any question about it.

Rattle the dog treat bag.

He gives up all to each easily.

Spot, Scooter, Spike,…

I hate when that happens….

As Spike considers his rise to the Alpha position he thinks, sofa, so good.

You know the rules, Kenny. Move your feet, lose your seat.

You might want to consider placing a mirror under Spike’s nose.

“Nope,” thinks Spike, “it’s mine now.”

Love the tung. Sweetheart would do that. :)

Just give him a belly rub and find someplace else to sit.

Give a dog an inch and………!

Kenny might need to release one of his sacrificial squirrels.

And the view isn’t particularly pleasant, either… ☺

When my cat did this, I called it the roadkill position.

(Talking out loud): Wait! Is that a cat chasing the mailman who just tripped over a squirrel?

“Spot” died doing what he loved best.

If you want the best seat in the house, you’ll have to move the dog.