The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for October 20, 2021

Bad dog!

Full moon fever, this happens once a month, you know that!

She should know better than to accept an invitation for a full moon night, duh!

“I was only telling him it was raining.”

After Dale tried to sink his teeth into your neck, it seemed appropriate.

Ha! The true self comes out….he never liked Dale anyways….

She can’t take Harry anywhere. He’s always misbehaving.

you can tell that he hates how she’s always dogging him…

Full Moon tonight.

He is there, thinking, "I don’t see a downside to the situation.’

It is hump day after all.

You should have just bitten her.

Well if they are never invited again, the Hendersons are just being Lupophobic and we don’t need that kind of intolerance in our lives.

And thank goodness the Hendersons didn’t has a she dog.

“Down, Mr. Johnson, down!

BAD Mr. Johnson! BAD!"

“… had a rolled-up newspaper handy.” And a fire hydrant in the front yard.

I wasn’t myself tonight.

She is upset that he preferred Dale’s leg to her. But it’s only once a month.

The dreaded HumpWolf…

Fortunately he’s had his shots.

You knew this sort of thing would happen when you agreed to marry Lou Garou.

Married to a werewolf can be challenging…

Once again – pushing the envelope of humor. Less than 2 weeks before Halloween; The next 11 strips should be interesting!

I saw that movie. Hairy and the Hendersons.

And he’s all, “Mission accomplished! Wonder if I can get away with doing the same thing at the Smiths next week…”

To be fair, Dale told him he couldn’t use the tree in the front yard.

Every. Single. Time. I. Go. Out. Socially. Every time.

It’s alright, you can thank me later.

He had his revenge on the lawn.

Good God!! I jumped out of my chair to avoid that car barreling towards me. What a mess. Had a bowl of pretzel sticks and some onion dip on my lap.