Bliss by Harry Bliss for July 06, 2023

The dog kept his promise.

A good way to kill the grass.

I guess dogs need a Grim Reaper, too.

Technically it is work, because he is killing the grass.

I read it more as “I pee on your grave”

A retractable leash, no poop bag, and he reaps spirits. Yup. That’s the evil triple play.

Because even the Reaper’s dog has to go!

“And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave”

That’s not nice, Mr. Reaper.

Even the Grim Reaper’s dog needs to go.

This is heaven to a dog…it’s the boneyard!!

At least the dog isn’t dead!

The dog’s only in it for the bones.

Death is not as impartial as he wants us to think.

Even my female dog would want to lift her leg on the headstones. Actually, I have never taken her to a graveyard. I think she would be too aware of the actual situation. She is very intuitive and can smell emotions and pain and such things. No, I would not let her lift her leg on a gravestone. Never. We could find a tree or she could wait. No ruining the grass, either.

A new candidate is found. Their spot is marked.

At least the pooch isn’t watering someone’s grave. Presumably.

When you’re at Death’s dog.

Unmarked paupers’ grave?

Trump’s unmarked grave?

I think he just forgot to add dialogue. HA HA HA

When young I’d sometimes spot the Reaper in the far distance. As years went by, he’d pass closer. Lately he stops to wave at me…