Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for March 30, 2008

Hi, everybody…..

Have a seat in Warren’s sunny back yard, and post your comments here for ….

Read it first on Sherpa:

http://www.comicssherpa.com/site/feature?uc_comic=cscwy

Give Riley a break, Warren… he’s just trying to get ready for Sunday.

He’s heard of Easter bonnets… but he doesn’t quite get the gender thing of human haberdashery.

Maybe you could lend him a nice fedora….

but I know it might not have the appeal, to a dog’s sensibilities, of those pretty yellow daisies.

I say, if he tries on a fedora but still wants to wear a garden party hat, just tell him he looks great.

I mean, for a dog, he does.

Well Cleo, there may be a song for that:

Something’s happenin’ here

What it is ain’t exactly clear

There’s a man with a diploma over there

Tellin’ me, I’ve got to beware

You’ve heard of The Perils of Pauline? This one was The Perils of Mam’selle Cleo.

Cleo, look out for that piano crashing down. And don’t hang out with the mad scientist. And of course, watch out for banana peels.

The nice doggie curled up in her own bed is sort of a comics cliche, to me.

My dog didn’t even understand the concept. At least she was small.

Al three, though, were incredibly stubborn creatures.

if you walked into the bedroom after the lights were out, you’d probably see some hind legs and a tail sticking out from the bottom of the bedspread….

while the rest of the hound was underneath the bedclothes, stealthily beginning the ascent .

Soon a snoring basset would be in the middle of the bed, wedged between the people, pushing them apart with her paws, to make more room.

The doxie mix one — she looked like a slightly smaller, thinner basset hound…. was supposed to sleep in a basket in my niece’s room….

But she’d sneak into the other bedroom, get on the pillows and flop across the top of my brother’s head.

And slobber and snore… and if he tried to roll over she’d growl..

Well at least Cleo didn’t have to hear that awful movie chiche “We’ll head them off at the pass.”

The life of Riley is one criticism after another.

Cleo was doing fine with her dream cliches until that last one. It was so loud it woke her up. Get back to sawing your own logs, Cleo. (I’m sure you are very good at it)

But some lovely dreams Cleo!!! & we can all vouch, you were there!!!