Daddy's Home by Tony Rubino and Gary Markstein for November 14, 2016

how about a hamster named Gerbil instead?

Dawg is a good old cat. People, what’chu think of that?

Years ago, a neighbor had a cat named Dog…

and I had a cat named Flea.

Flea got her name from her habit, as a kitten, of hopping and jumping instead of walking or running.

Dog’s owner wanted a puppy but the landlord only allowed cats.

Sorry, Pete – you lost with your reply in the third panel.

And a cat named Dawg was what she wanted all along, I suspect.

And my QotD is:

Cat or dog?

I knew a lady who named her cat “dog”

Wow! Did this conversation occur during ‘Happy Hour’?

dog

5 dogs, 2 cats, 1 granddaughter

I had a dog with gold front teeth. We called him Leroy.

You just should have named your boy “Sue”.

My wife gives her cats names. I give them my own names….Most of which are not allowed on this comment section.

We have one of each.

We had two cats. When a puppy came into the family, the cats left home. We put a food dish outside for them, but when the possum family beat them to it they figured they would learn to accept the dog.

@Tony:

Neither — my apartment’s too small, plus I can’t afford a pet. But you can all afford to answer today’s…

Second “Daddy’s Home” Question:

What would you name your dog/cat?

Perhaps you’d do what this lady did —

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPZVrmJ2HH8

As soon as I saw today’s strip, I immediately thought of that song!

Get a dog named Dawg. Then when you need to form a posse you’ll already have a Deputy Dawg.

@Tigressy

Siamese cat named Yum Yum

When my brother was in college he had a cat he named dog.

My cousin’s dog is named deeohgee. People often scratch their head about that one . . .

“Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!”

Over the years we had 3 prominent pets (and a bunch of transient animals we took care of). A dog named Cat, a cat named Dog, and another dog named Pup-pup.

It’s not racist when it’s true!

Ages ago, when my dad was driving my kid brother and me to a rec baseball game, he came to a complete stop in the middle of the road, rolled down his window, and yelled, "GET OUT OF THE ROAD, DAMMIT!! My brother and I looked at each other in complete shock; not only had we never heard him speak like that, he’d go medieval on you if you even started to say anything vulgar. He insisted that the dog belonged to a coworker who named him Dammit. Dad’s been gone more than 30 years and I’m still not sure I believe him.

Cat-sized dogs that think like cats – they’re dachshunds. Meanwhile, Hi and Lois have had a dog named Dawg for as long as I can remember – maybe even back to when Lois’s brother was drafted for the Korean War.

How about a fish named Bait?

Or maybe a bird named Cat…

If you look to the left of this comment, you’ll have your answer.