Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for March 18, 2009

Now you’ve gone and upset the dog.

I see a series of fire hydrants in your future and a life of brown nosing.

If she had mentioned the “Dog Star”, he would have known she was Sirius.

Cleo, you’ve got to learn to put away your toys! Clara does not have room in the laundry cupboards for all of your high-tech gadgets!

Bite er, Tuffy!

Here’s one I should have posted for yesterday’s C and C.

♫ When basset eyes are smilin’ … ♪

“Infrared-homing, surface-to-surface … missile.” Is that even a thing? Wouldn’t you have to “paint” the target on the surface with the infrared marker (the red dot kitty nemesis) from your launch position on the surface? So you can only hit what you can see? Could be kind of close quarters, particularly in a crowded metro area like Cleveland.

Well, howdy, all!

Here we are again…. gathered to post our Cleo comments…

this time on the BRAND NEW March 18th  2019 “CLEO and COMPANY”

Which you can find on Sherpa

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Right, Clara… I can’t believe it either.

The question is, why DO you have an answer?

What kind of pet parents let the family dog even HAVE… pardon me for asking…. ballistic missiles???

“Oh yes… I put them in the cupboard….”

Does that include the warheads, assuming there are any?

I don’t suppose you guys have ever been to PetSmart to have a look at what other people’s dogs play with?

Probably too late to interest Cleo in a few nice chew toys….

How about one of those rubber Kong™s you stuff with kibble and peanut butter?

I know, I know…. not even a toy ballistic missile will do.

By now she’s so well-armed you’re probably scared to deny her anything.

Meanwhile… Tuffy may not understand about horoscopes but he knows who Pluto is.

And he understands “home.”

So he may look puzzled because he’s trying to figure out whether he’s supposed to go home and play with Pluto.

Liverlips… I was wondering about that stuff too.

And oh yeah… Farside… didn’t get back in time yesterday to say you picked the exact word I always use…..

I always say I like my beer dark and chewy…

It should remind you of heavy, whole grain bread…. not … um…. well… never mind.

That evil cat must have come in during the night and ate all the kibble.

It’s hard to believe anyone would believe in that mumbo jumbo.

Won’t she go ballistic if Cleo uses those missiles?

Maybe if Cleo would pick up after herself, she would know where her “toys” were. (Naw. That would be too simple)

And doesn’t Clara look stunning in her outfit, complete with matching earrings, in that color that must not be mentioned.

Good afternoon Balladeers, and Miss Susan!

The buttons on the chesterfield arms are different sizes. (Only eight to go…)

Oh, I believe it, Cleo has you both wrapped round her paws♡