Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for February 04, 2019

Now he’s stuck in a “Well Hell” stereotype … come quick and bring your P.R. team …!

Roger-Bill the German Shepherd had egg on his face the last time that crazy ostrich had a big potluck to-do.

“No, this is Scooby-Doo!” — “Sorry I confused your voices, I have a Rin-Tin-Tin ear.”

Like the fella once said

“Ain’t that a kick in the head?”

It was all just a bad dream Lassie had. “She” secretly wants to be reborn as the beautiful June Lockhart.

Timmy is always skirting the Darwin’s Award.

Ah say, that boy is about as sharp as a bowling ball…

Timmy got a gig with some Ebenezer Scrooge.

Before bluetooth…

Give’em the bird, kid.

Eventually, even winter in Froglandia doesn’t last forever, though. Even while the snow is still on the ground and ice fishing is the number one thing to do for entertainment, there is the movement toward the coming summer. People start catching up with distant summertime friends, planning vacations, dreaming of long days spent by the swamps or mowing lawns. Travel agents stir from hibernation to plan winter getaways for late February and March. Froglandia Post begins delivering seeds and gardening implements and summer apparel that will be returned four times before the right size and color are finally received. The joy and warmth of Froglandian winter starts to fade. But it’s never truly gone. It will be back. And next winter will be even better than this one.

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Carnival attractions ostriches must live very full lives.

“Dr. Ross dog food is doggone good!” “Woof!!”

Woof!

They’ll dig a hole and set a pole, but not give you enough wire to put the phone inside?

And here’s Lassie, without opposable thumbs. (apologies to The Far Side and Gary Larson)

On closer examination, the dog looks more like Rin-Tin-Tin than Lassie. If you catch my drift.

T – Why drag that poor dog into Your Lassie fetish? D

Say good fellow, carnival apple was the fruit of doom in bobbing game.

Timmy gets into the darndest things.

If I were his parents, I’d insure him heavily.

Old Yeller wouldn’t be caught dead using a phone, but no doubt little Nipper is listening in on the party line.

Plunk down a dime for this phone line. FA on track today, hooray!

Just checking in. Timmy is fine; I’ve hidden him in an old dry well and am pretending not to be able to find him. His humans are distraught! Haven’t had so much fun since we were together in the Old Days!

On I related note, I like collies. I blame it on the combination of Albert Payson Terhune (still have about eight of his books) and the friendly collie from the neighbor’s across the street when I was just eight years old (that would be in a former century)….

Rin, knock on wood(lol) the strip today does not stick this way.