Herman by Jim Unger for November 04, 2020

Now, go fetch my slippers and the paper.

And now go to your dog house !

Wag, Wagstaff, Wag your tail.

…But he’s the head of the department…

Bad Wagstaff, Bad Boy!

WAGSTAFF???? That’s the school in Bob’s Burgers! LOL

With results like that you may want a copy of Slim Whitman’s “Indian Love Call” to hand (Mars Attack)

Jim Wagstaff was a longtime NFL assistant coach.

He has literally become a dogsbody. Now send him to fetch something.

“Help me! Help me!” (in high squeaky voice)

With the creature having no opposable thumbs, experiments have apparently stopped now.

“Now, be a good boy and fetch my slippers.”

Bad Wagstaff! No biscuit.

They most likely will now that he has no opposable digits…

I’m reminded of Mikhail Bulgakov’s Heart of a Dog and Comrade Sharik.

That’s the lab rat.

“But I’m the happiest I’ve ever been! I can lick my own…”