All Quiet on the Western Front.

These are the enemy of the little heroes 

of Merry old London prairie dog town.

Moose alert!

A couple of weeks ago we were up in Estes Park and I saw this large photo of a moose rising up out of a lake and thought of Bullwinkle doing the same thing. 

Visitor From Outer Space?

Now why would George Lucas be looking for the Pooh Bear? Why is the Pooh Bear happy to see George Lucas?  Will the Pooh Bear be making a come back?  Will the Men In Black be showing up next?   Tune in tomorrow to find out that plus I may even share with you my killer recipe for guacamole and four bean chili.  See I am multi talented I can tell terrible gag and give you gas at the same time. 

The fugitive!

So much for Pooh Bear going back to Disneyland.  This is actually another shameless rip off.  The movie was Paul and this is how Sigourney Weaver got it in the end of the movie, it was pretty ironic movie all in all with so many rip offs of other movies including Sigourney Weaver dealing with space aliens and such.
Well that was fun....To be continued tomorrow.

Meanwhile back at the Alfred Packer State Park Headquarters.  Marvin the Accounting Moll, is giving some startling news to Park head Bureaucrat, Barry T Bunny (Boo-Nae) that the Pooh Bear is in the wrong park and the Pooh Bear should be deported back to Disneyland.  Being a good government worker and public servant and always on the look out for ways to justify his own job, Barry T Bunny sees this as an opportunity to bring the felon to justice and make points for himself with his bosses.
You may be wondering who is putting up the $500.00 reward for the felon...one might say it is our tax dollars at work.
Will Barry T. Bunny get his man or stuffed bear?   If Disney does not get the Pooh Bear back will they declare war on the Alfred Packer State Park and Camp ground?  Is there weapons of mass destruction in Disneyland that can be used against the State Park and Camp ground?  Does Disney even care where the Pooh Bear is these days?
Tomorrow will start the end of this sorted tale of a plush stuff toy bear gone bad. 

Snow another four letter word

So what is it that goes bloop and bleep anyway?  What is that up in the Sky? Is it a bird a plane or .....to be continued tomorrow.

Glub Glub

There is probably very little in life that is more miserable than standing guard duty on a cold and rainy night in water logged trench surrounded by mud and sand bags.  It does build character a bull dog type character that makes you believe that if you can survive that night in that filth you can survive any thing.

Me Mum Can Do Better Than You Can!

There  is a new and original excuse for not doing pushups...

Me arms are too short!  

From now on I will be doing this strip Dog Tags on Saturday and Sundays and Born 2 Be Wild Monday through Friday.  My wife came up with the name for the comic strip(Dog Tags) and it seemed like a good one.

Hangover III

Well I guess Old Pooh Bear must have had a good time.  

At least since his new buddies Sid and Zak put it on 

you tube not only does he have the memories 

but so does the rest of the world. 

Pooh Bear is Back!

Pooh Bear is back with Sid & Zak.  It looks like Pooh got the pooh and the stuffing knocked out of him, lucky for him Sid & Zak was able to take video of his little adventure before and after he ended up in the Eagles nest.  I will be posting stills from the youtube videos tomorrow.  What is the use of having a little adventure if you have no memories of what dumb crap you did to your self, right? 
If you have seen the movie Hang Over you may have an idea where we are taking this silly story line.
Hey if I can have talking bears I can make them do all sorts of funny and outrageous things.  

puffy shirted pirates.

Sept 19th is Talk Like A Pirate Day, I guess that is better than Walk Like An Egyptian Day.

Snap Crackle and Poop!

Noon....November 10th 1966.  I was in a fox hole on the perimeter of an artillery fire base in South Viet Nam.  It had been raining for 2 days straight, the fox hole was not so much a hole as sandbagged mud hole.  The C-rations were cold and wet, my fingers and toes were all wrinkled up and it was cold.  But it was the Marine Corps Birthday and as soon as we got off guard duty we were going to be treated to some powdered potatoes, powdered gravy, and powdered steak.  My stomach keeping me intertained with what sounded like a John Phillip Sousa march and when you have something to look forward to things always look better.
At 12 noon the guys on my right side started sending up flairs or as we called them Pom-Poms.  To Marines November 10th is not only the birthday of the Corps but it is the birthday of every Jar head that has ever served no matter what part of the world. November 10th is not only the birthday it is sort of like the 4th of July, Christmas and Memorial Day all rolled into one glorious day.
The flairs were exciting to see and since I had some pom-poms in a box  next to my water logged hole in the ground that we were supposed to duck into if we came under attack but unless one had a snorkle there weren't now way any of us Gy-Reans were going to go under that muck filled hole in the ground.
I picked up one of the flairs, read the instructions and after watching the other guys striking the mettle tube on their helmet, I took my helmet off and set in on the ground and since I was a Marine after all I followed the instructions and did smack that mettle tube on my helmet.  Whooooosh!  Right over my shoulder and into the company commander's tent.  I sure am glad it was raining.
The rain stopped about 4 and we ended up actually having a great powdered feast...Ahh the good times.

Ping!..... Zap!..... Thunk!

Poor kid Private Smithers.  Will he ever be in Sergeant Strikers Good graces?  I doubt it....But it is at least as long as Private Smithers is around, Sgt. Striker will have something to talk about.

Life will never be dull for the intrepid little heroes who guard Merry Old London prairie dog town, from the Jerries who fly over head looking for their next meal.
These are photos of real live Colorado prairie dogs.  Along most back roads around the state you can see them watching the traffic rushing past them.  Ranchers and farmers hate them and will try to eradicate them when they find them.  But they are part of the Eco-system and will be around long after us humans are all gone.

A flutterby.

                                           Nothing special just a bear with a butter fly on his nose.

That Bloke Has No Sense of Humor!

This form of humor is called "Impending Doom" and is one of my favorite forms of gags.  Where we can speculate on the doom perpetuated on the poor smuck and the poor smuck has no clue. 
Fear not my friends no little prairie dog was injured in the making of this cartoon. 

Post 4 Report In.

                                 Rodger Wilco over and out. 
  I have always wondered who exactly was Rodger Wilco and how can you be over and out?

Get those blithers before they get you!

I am not sure there really is a gag here.  The other days I was driving past a Prairie Dog Town and this thing just sort of popped into my head. 
Near the Prairie Dog Town of London is a small band of heroes and they are all that stand between death from the sky and peace in the little town of London.  Imagine the little guys are talking like they did in the old WWII movies where the enemy was "Jerries" and generals would say stuff like "By Jove and Pip Pip Cheery-O. 
It looks like Pooh Bear is going to be wondering around the woods for a couple days and in the mean time lets have some fun with our little heroes of marry old London Town. 

A warm and fuzzy message.

In less than two months Americans will once again go forth and cast their ballot ( As they say in Chicago, Vote early and vote often)  It doesn't matter to me how you vote just as long as you do!  That is, as long as you are not dead, you are a U. S. A. Citizen and have enough smarts to know what the dickens you are voting for and why.  So many Americans citizens can not even name the three branches of government and one guy even thinks there are 57 states in the United States and another guy can't remember what state he is in. Right now I am in a silly state of mind.
Study the issues!  And don't take the word of the idiot talking heads on TV or the Rumor Mongers on the internet or your idiot neighbor who is growing pot in his back yard in full view of God, Country and the cop who lives down the street, but I digress.
  If you are one of those group huggy kind of people, this year you have a choice.  If you are a real American and want the nation to return to a good balanced budget and a smaller government, if you want less regulations and more liberties and personal freedoms.... you also have a choice!  But it ain't gonna get made if you are sitting on your butt.  So be sure to get out and vote!
  Tomorrow we will be off the soap box and get back to our normal silly crap I post here. 

                                                Carry on troops and Semper Fi!

Oh Bother!

Apparently those are not Easter eggs next to old Pooh Bear when he wakes up hung over and in a strange place.  How did he get there and will he  be able to get back down before the mother Bald Eagle knocks the stuffing quite Literally ( as Vice Pres Biden would say)out of old Pooh Bear.  Toon in tomorrow to see how Pooh Bear comes out of this little adventure.

A truly sad tale

Pooh Bear's story continues.  Will his new friends Sid and Zak be able to straighten him out of his long and slow slide into Hell or will he have to see for himself that his life of booze, broads and all the other fun stuff that Charlie sheen was doing, is destroying his life. One thing for sure The Pooh Bear is going to be sorry he go drunk around his new "Friends" but toon in tomorrow to find out why.

One thing I learned about 40 years ago, never ever fall down drunk when you have good friends around who are also drunks, you never know where you may end up or how you will be decorated.  It never happened to me personally but I just happened to be present when it did happen to other people.  Nothing quite like waking up the next morning with bruises all over your body and you have no idea how they got there.  No one told him we used him like a volley ball...

Another Childhood Actor Gone Bad.

Thus the sad tale can finally be told.  A sad tale of another childhood actor gone bad.  The secret and seedy life that has never been told, will now unfold in this blog, where we seek out the truth that others are too afraid to tell you. 
Hopefully he brought his own beer because Sid and Zak do not like sharing their stash with anyone, even a washed-up middle aged has-been, like The Pooh Bear.

Does this diet make my butt look fat?

Is it me or does this happen to anyone else?  Every time I go for a doctor visit they tell me I am either to fat or under tall.  If I had a choice it would be under tall every time.
What causes a person to get fat over the years depends on a lot of stuff, life style, amount of exercise, amount of calorie intake, LACK of exercise and how many Cheetos they consume in a day.
If you are a bear and are reading this, that is truly amazing since not too many bears have access to computers.  But I digress, if you are a bear and are getting ready to hibernate all Winter, this is the time of year when you should be packing it on the extra blubber ( actually bears do not have blubber but again I digress)  not unlike a long distance runner.  But for the rest of us, face facts people, putting on winter fat is no excuse!   After all when you do the Polar Bear plunge on New Years Day you do want to be able to still fit into your skimpy little swim suit don't you?

Accounting 101

This is a shameful act of taking a really old accounting tale and recreating it here as a cartoon.  The story goes that there once was a really old accountant for some large company and he had been working at the very same desk for the past 50 years.  Each morning the old guy would come into the office, get a cup of coffee and sit down at his desk.  after getting all his papers the way he wanted, he would open his top drawer, pull out a little piece of paper and after reading what was on it he would slip it back into the same spot in the top drawer.  After this morning ritual he would start his day's work.
After he retired, everyone was interested to find out what was on that little piece of paper and someone finally pulled the yellowed with age piece of paper out of the top drawer.  Hand written in pencil was
Debits on the left ....Credits on the right.
I guess sometimes even old guys need reminders to keep them on the right mental road at work and in life.