Ziggy by Tom Wilson & Tom II for May 02, 2021

It helps not to be in the yard with bare feet.

Instead of talking to us Ziggy. Watch where you’re walking.

The price you have to pay to have a best friend.

If that’s not a solid argument for wearing shoes, I don’t know what is.

As Calvin once asked his mother (as he was yelling from outside for her attention and she just asked him to come to her inside), “where’s the garden hose?”

Happiness is a warm foot.

Happiness for men, as Ziggy has found out quite a long time ago, is the ability to go outside in public not having to wear confining pants and underwear. (Doggy droppings the occasional hazard.)

I often experienced that for myself but it never said “SPLOP!!” to me.

No dog means no problem. (At least not that problem, and not in my back yard.)

The ultimate “SPLOP!!” is walking across a cow pasture barefoot on a warm summer day.

Poop, there it is!

That’s just a little spot of Spot’s happiness.

My neighbor lets her dog go in my back yard and doesn’t pick up after him. I always look down when I walk through my yard.

It’s a treat to beat you feet in the Mississippi mud, but it sure ain’t too hot in dog poop.

Never been a fan of allowing the dog to foul up the backyard. We’ve always taken him to the park and scooped up after him. This keeps the backyard stench free. BTW, his name too was Ziggy.

Those are some big feet on the little guy. Solid feet, too, without toes.