That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for March 22, 2022

Loki came to the sad realization that his human was a cat person.

We have to stop meeting like this, Balto, my parents are beginning to suspect.

If Gertrude had any hope of catching Prince Charming, she would need to learn everything that she could from Rusty about treeing your prey.

It’s not you, it’s me. I’m not into playing fetch or running after balls anymore. I’m a grown woman now. I want to experiment with sex, and you’re neutered.

Julie regrets bringing the dog instead of the pig to sniff out truffles. Now they are lost and she has no truffles.

Let’s go for a waallkk, she says. The exercise will do you goooddd, she says. I’ll bet there’s no doggy treat when we get back either! Yaawwnnn.

Jennifer wasn’t certain what to do – she had retraced her steps but she still couldn’t find here keys.

/// Alf has foam at his mouth sitting here

next to Astrid, who shows him no fear.

No, her dog isn’t mad,

but he did make her sad

when he lapped up her whole mug of beer.

Her mother said that she shouldn’t go out with a guy who’s too handsome. He’ll just use you and dump you. You would be better off with a dog,

She understood the first part. But apparently, she needs Mom explain the next part.

Sarah McLachlan getting inspiration for her ASPCA commercial…

I want to make sure you understand. This is different. You Must Not Come back and dig up Sidney.

“I know it drives you nuts, but I can only talk when we’re alone together. Please stop trying to make me sing ‘Rag Time Gal’ for everyone; it’s embarrassing.”

Listen, I’m up for a good hunt and chase as much as the next dog. If the men keep running away, though, maybe you need to try a different approach.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

Then took the other, as just as fair…..and that’s when I stepped in your dog sh*t!

ya know, bowser, someday they’ll invent this thing called the internet and then we won’t have to sit around in the grass like this with f^%k all to do…

Waiting for Godot. And Rover.

She took the road less travelled….

The way I see it, we can take the high road, or the low road….

Maria is thinking how goth she looks in the black gloves she sneaked out in. Rusty is thinking that when you come to a fork in the road, take it – let’s go.

“You know Rusty this ladies room at this rest stop could use a little hut at least.”

Poop already, so we can go home.

“Love me, love my dog,” I’m sorry to say / Has become a rather tiresome cliché. / She sits alone with her pup / Because the guy never showed up. / For preferring your dog, that’s the price that you pay.

Listen lady, (yes, I am as surprised as you are that the dog can talk) “This isn’t working out the dating app said you were a real b$3@% but I thought it meant the dog kind.”

“I’m not sure I can believe you. I listened to that frog and all it got me was grief.”

The truth is that Talbot’s depressed/

Or a least disappointed (at best)/

For the woman he loves/

Has now added gloves…/

He’d been hoping to see her undressed.

Astrid almost immediately regretted lending Lars her motorcycle. His five-minute spin would probably turn into hours. Her dog, Chaser, on the other hand, was glad for the break.

She was dying to see a man about a dog.

Despite a dog as her only competition, Ingrid still wasn’t making any money on this corner.

Life is a bummer. You lost your lassie and I lost my laddie!

MMA competitor “Big” Bertha Kristiansen, telling her dog that either he can find a bear for her to spar with, or she’ll spar with him.

Idyll: 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

"Sigrun Munthe" site=commons.wikimedia.org 

(again, syntax supported by the Google and Yandex search engines) in the address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines), and click on the first File: found for info and links that point to more info about this painting.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (Ctrl- or right-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #2899 (March 22, 2022) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment, and using the dropdown menu (even larger if you trim what’s after .png from the URL). I have added a comment there (awaiting Mr. Melcher’s approval) pointing to the artist info I used to point to here. First work by this artist used here.

She married the artist later that year (when her last name changed to Munthe). She was 17; he was 37.

Ya know … now that you’ve broken my other wrist you can damn well just go off leash and see if I care!

Yeah, yeah…I hear timmy hollerin’ from the bottom of the well, but I can’t stand the little shit.

“I think a moose left that one. The great outdoors is such a fascinating place to explore.”

As she moped with her sweet, faithful pup / He tried to make her cheer up / But she turned, and she stared / And she sneered, and she glared / As she said, “Dog, just shut the f#$k up.”

“Have you ever really, really looked at a leaf, Spot ? I mean, like, ya know, like really looked at one? It’s like, amazing, man. Got any more of that weed ?”

since Natally’s date didn’t show up she is considering giving spot a chance. although spot is a bit Leary, he has heard about her ’performance", needing to practice a bit more.

I agree, Bacchus, the next time Gerhardt says ‘Sit,’ we’ll just keep walking.

By the way she’s sitting, she obviously HAS seen a man about a dog.

It is a girl. And her dog.

But the road isn’t yellow; so no need to wait for a scarecrow, a tin man, and a lion.

I think her dog has something in its mouth, not rabid foam.