Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for January 05, 2021

Poor Ozzie, in the window, is downcast because all his barking was for naught. They just barged up on the lawn like they owned the place, and dropped these enormous rocks! He could have told them they were at the wrong house if they had only asked.

Hm, do you think we can get them to pay for them anyway?

Actually Scooter sent them over there. They were supposed to drop the rocks in front of the door, thereby trapping Ozzie inside and allowing Scooter to romance Little Miss Millie High Maintenance in peace.

You’re supposed to say that after the wrecking ball goes through the house.

It looks like the Ballard Street rock hopping club is going to have a new location to practice.

Somewhere, squirreled away in a box in the garage, I have a cartoon clipped from an ’80s era Playboy magazine of a construction crew in a 300 foot deep pit, with the foreman leaning over the edge shouting, “Stop digging! The plans were upside-down!”

Danny, suddenly boulder, not only insists on them removing the rocks, but re-landscaping his yard at no cost. The contractor is stonewalling on the subject. He’d already taken it for granite that Danny would just keep the rocks and call it good.

My brother had a 125 lb part German shepherd named Ranger. The dog collected rocks and put them at the front door. I remember walking out the front door and tripping on them. Some of the rocks were large. It wrecked his teeth, but he was obsessed.

Rock garden. I like it.

I believe little Ozzie looks on these guys as low-down, ornery bone claim-jumpers… ☺

Scooter likes it.. so many more places for him to.. tinkle

The Neighborhood Geology Club is gonna be ecstatic.

But they put those rocks on top of Ozzie’s buried bones!