Red and Rover by Brian Basset for January 03, 2022

Says the wicked Frosty: “Doggie breath! I’m melting, melting. Ohhhhh, what a world, what a world.”

Hot dog?

Melting snowman! It’s less cool!

Oh boy, that brings back memories. We froze are butts off waiting for old bus #2 in 1971. Problem was that #2 was built in 1959. No heat, windows were all frosted and there was frozen slush on the floor. The driver had to keep stopping to clean the windshield off so he could see. In retrospect, no body really cared and all we all got there safe. Could have been a scene in Christmas Story. What a HOOT!

Rovers snowman is leaking downwards!!

It could always be worse…it could be a yellow snowman!

Well… A warmer version, huh Rover? But at least you tried!

Dogs always did surprise me that such lovable and loving creatures could have such horrific breath.

Sorry about that, Rover

I think you folks saying that Rover’s ‘version’ is melting are mistaken; his hot breath is melting Red’s breath snowman.

Rover - no! Bad doggy

We pretended that we were smoking, in cold weather. But it never made me want to smoke for real. And I never did…except for the 2 times in Marine Boot Camp in ‘68, when our DI made us.