Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for January 29, 2025

Ted should know better by now than to try covering up spilled food on his shirt with a sweater.

Ted must have put something in his armpits apparently….

Where’s Rusty’s head?

/// Rusty forces his way down Ted’s sweater.

He’d been eating, but smelled something better.

In Ted’s pocket, the treat

Rusty most likes to eat,

and that dog is a stubborn go-getter.

/// One would think by now Ted would have known

Rusty’d scent bacon-flavored Milk-Bone,

and no struggles deter

a steadfast dogged cur.

It’s his own fault Ted’s not left alone.

Ted wishes for Sofia Vergara/

Or the youthful Maureen O’Hara:/

Or perhaps he grows misty/

For the young Julie Christi/

In the role of the lush Russian, Lara.///

But two things may safely be said/

Of the creature invading Ted’s bed:/

It doesn’t smell good/

And he’s not getting “wood”:/

He’d prefer a young woman instead

Yeah… me too.

Good morning Balladeers!

“Those are not cashews!”

Rusty is looking for crumbs; instead, he finds a tug toy.

Rusty wishes Ted would fine somewhere else to sit!

Even in a cartoon…..stupidity exists………!

There is a young fellow called Ted,

Who’s dog often makes him see red.

He jumps in his vest,

And causes unrest.

And all of it takes place in bed.

Rusty likes fuzzy navels.

The kitten does that too.

Belly button hunting!

Rusty hones his dumpster diving skills.

rusty says, “nuts to that”…

Rusty is very rude.

Good evening, Ballard Dears!