Free Range by Bill Whitehead for February 12, 2025

Over on the “dark” side.

If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em. He went with the most dangerous animals.

Rummy tubs is a spoonerism of tummy rubs.

Hey wolf, I mean Hey dog, don’t forget about all the bones you get to gnaw on now.

In a few thousand years, they’ll be trained to carry my excreta in a bag!

They’ve promised that when they get all the kinks worked out and invent the wheel, I can chase it. And they think I’m a good boy!

And treats!

Of course! This makes so much sense now! Thanks for explaining it, Bill.

Be nice to the kitty, Fred will be trying to put it out tonight.

Not to mention wolfing down leftovers.

Does this include treats and a warm bed? If it does, I’m in!

He’s really rubbing it in.

But he still says wolf.