Bliss by Harry Bliss for August 22, 2020

I hope it’s salsa verde.

Company’s coming?

Holy Guacamole!

…? They’re going to put the dog on the chips?

If you’re close enough to identify their dance moves, you can probably hear their music too. But from those bare clues, you still couldn’t guess your location. Likeliest, though, New York City or somewhere in the Caribbean.

Do you have your Passports ready ? Shore leave time !

If you didn’t know better, you would have thought that it was an interesting name to give to do the dog!

For a moment I thought “Salsa” was the dog’s name.

That explains the Red Tide.

Sailing in the cerveza sea.

Must be going to Salsalito.

Rex is thinking, “The ad said ship’s dog, not ship of fools’ dog.”

Where be me Tums?

Nobody seems to have noticed that dogs do not climb rigging. (I’m willing to buy into the whole tortilla chips thing, especially if they have sighted the Great Green Avocado of the Sea.)

“To the last, I dip with thee. From el tazón de Tostitos, I scoop at thee…”

… and the paisanos of Tortilla Flat brought wine. It’s all good party food!

“Tac ho!”

I think that a visit from the Pastis Pun Police is due shortly.