Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for February 14, 2022

My dogs always went for the squeakers, like Thunder.

Y daughters doll when she was little…3 AM… I want a drink of water…play with me…my name is Lucy…I’m a big girl. Why I didn’t bury that thing I’ll never know.

Happy valentines Day. To all my fellow residents of Ballard. ❤

I’m with Thunder! You go, Dawg!

Assault and Battery:

The assault on Thunder’s ears and nerves led to the battery and battery removal on Ronnie.

“Hi I’m Ronnie, and YOU’RE NOT!”

After that, Ronnie found that he just couldn’t go on.

Happy Valentine’s Day, all….

Dogs don’t appreciate I-Ronnie.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Ballardeers.

Thanks to Thunder, Ronnie has been de-Energized.

That’s my girl. I’m always picking up toy guts around the house.

Dusting off his ancient hunting skills Thunder went straight to the source.

When I saw Elmo on “Puppy Bowl” yesterday, I immediately thought “Someone is gonna make the joke ‘Tackle-Me Elmo’…”, and look, it’s me! ☺

Followed by lighting!

Our Thunder was a black German Shepard, who thought he was a cat. He buried his poop, and brought home his formerly live prey, to the front steps.

“Hi, I’m Ronnie!”

“Not for much longer, you’re not!”

And to you, Susan and the rest.

Thank you, Thunder. Someone had to stop him. Don’t you wish humans came with batteries?

I hope he doesn’t do that to Talky Tina…

Chuckie’s nemesis.

Ronnie’s heart was ripped out with Thunder’s teeth. And his battery.