Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for August 24, 2021

Heavy lies the collar of an alpha dog.

There must have been a sale on red pants down at the Ballard St. haberdashery and pottery shack.

All Hail Spike!! Wonder dog, Alpha dog.

Hey Spike! All those butts up in the air are just begging for a bite, and you’re just the dog to do it. Go Boy!

Not if Spike took abite out of each of the participants.

Miss Millie High-Maintenance could teach him a few things about enjoying indulgences.

When your dog thinks you’re getting squirrelly, it’s time to worry.

If your world and your decisions seem to revolve around your pet(s), it’s time to (re-)examine your priorities and maybe get some help.

AAaaarrrrooooooooo

Does Spike even give a fang?

How do i join!

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God spelled correctly is dog.

Fangs, but no fangs?

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Now this (“The Fellowship of the Fang”) is a cult with some bite to it!

The price you pay for your place on the pedestal.

This is by far the weirdest and creepiest Ballard Street I’ve ever seen. If it was my first experience to read, I’d unfollow in a New York minute! (Fortunately, it wasn’t)

Weird.