Splat Splat

Bobby Anderson who is now a Were Poodle is trying to adapt to being a dog.  The problem is that the only dog he has ever related to was Snoopy from the comic strip Peanuts.  So if there is a wee bit sameness between Bobby and Snoopy is just pure chance.  Please note: November 26th would have been Charles Schulz's 90th birthday.  This is series of comic strips with Bobby the Were Poodle playing the part of Snoopy is just my simple way of honoring one of the greatest American Artist of the 20th century.

W W S D?

What would Snoopy do? 

Probably go sleep on good old Charlie Brown's nice warm bed.

Back to reality

Every so often I have to do a reality check.  Most cartoonists set up personal perimeters or guidelines and they try to keep inside those guide lines. 
This little comic strip was supposed to be simple minded laugh a day gags with no long running serials. 
The simpler the better.  In my opinion cartoons that have no caption, where the visual cartoon can stand alone with no description is by far the best of the best. 
So many cartoonist have write out cartoon gags as though two people are talking and in my opinion if the caption can be a joke without the drawing than it may as well be just a joke and is not really a cartoon, if that makes any sense.
Today's comic strip is a slight take off on Snoopy's dog house, ever so slightly done.  You may notice also that Bobby the Were Poodle is adapting to his part as a dog even though he is actually a human who transformed to being a Were Poodle after eating some bad french fries the day before the full moon when he would normally change into a run of the mill were wolf or wolf man.
Tomorrow I will be back to doing silly little sight gags that have no relationship from day to day.  

Time saddle up and head out

Funny how differently we view "getting our Gear together". 

Men can travel with 10% of the "Gear" women require to go on a trip and if you are taking along a baby , it seems like have the house hold furniture is required to be taken including a complete bathroom.  

Zak the bear and Bobby the  French Werepoodle view life and gear far differently from how Barry T Bunny (Boo-Nay) sees it.  I have a feeling that Barry will be leaving 99% of all that combat stuff behind.  When one is taking a really long hike it is a good idea to travel with as little as possible.  

Tomorrow our little band of heroes will meet a new character who will show them the way to the "Fiscal Cliff".

 

Grrr Snap Snarls!

And so the quest begins.  Zak the Bear, Barry T Bunny (Boo-Nay) and Bobby the Were Poodle are about to head out in search of the mystical and allusive Fiscal Cliff.  Will our fearsome three some get there  in time to save America from being pushed off the Fiscal Cliff or will they get sidetracked along the way where they will meet some of the strangest beings I and a whole host of warped minds have thought up over the years.  Warlocks, witches, famous cartoon characters, and litterly a cast of thousands of munchkins, flying monkeys, Harry Reid as a pot smoking caterpillar, and a certain new Disney Princess playing the part of Dorthy. This is going to be fun.  See you all tomorrow.

A Paradox Shift....

 A very sad Paradox shift....

Will the Pot head smoking Zombies of Boulder, Colorado, 

ever find a replacement for their beloved TWINKIES?

Like a Bunch of Lemmings

The term Snow Birds refers to mostly retired people who have mostly sold their homes and bought large fifth wheel trailers or motor homes that they migrate between the northern states in the Summer and the southern states in the Winter.  My former in-laws were like this spending winter months down in Southern Texas and winter up here in Colorado. At least they were smart enough not selling their real home and when they got too old for hauling the fifth wheel back and forth they sold it and moved back into their home until they died.  I have met some people who actually buy a mobile home and park it in some RV park and use it like a second home or week end get away.  If you have never stayed at an RV Park, it is like nothing you can ever imagine.  Think of camping on a large asphalt parking lot outside some mountain town.  I do not understand the attraction but lots of people will pay $500.00 up to $5,000.00 a month 12 months a year to park their land yacht along with a couple hundred land yachts clustered cheek-to-jowl (5-7 feet apart ).  These are the same people who would never dream of living in an apartment because they demand privacy and quietness.
Anyway getting back to the Fiscal cliff and all Americans going over the abyss like a bunch of Lemmings.....Tomorrow we start our journey and adventure into a cross between Oz and Wonderland, President Bronco Bama as  the King of Hearts,  Harry Reid as the hookah smoking Catapiller, Nancy Pelosi as the Wicked Witch from the strange kingdom out west, Princess Leah from Star Wars as Dorthy  and Teeger as the Cowardly Tiger.  The really strange thing here is that I can do this with out smoking any grass or pot, imagine what I could come up with it I had some pot to draw by.

We Are All Gonna Die!

Tomorrow we start the search for the mythical and magical cliff the entire country is going to go over like a bunch of Lemmings.  Along the way our three little guys will run into all sorts of silliness that got us all to this point.  Anyway tomorrow, "FORWARD"  to the mystical and magical Fiscal Cliff where our future awaits us one and all.

Maybe our little friends, Zak the bear, Bobby the Werepoodle and Barry T Bunny (Boo-Nay) will be able to stop us Lemmings from going over the cliff and into the abyss of sadness and sorrow.  Will Pres Obama lead us away from the cliff or will he be like a sheep herder and lead us to our own demise?

Happy Birthday USMC

Per Chesty Puller who is probably the most revered Marine 
"They are in front of us, behind us, and we are flanked on both sides by an
enemy that outnumbers us 29:1. They can't get away from us now!

 JARHEAD: A slang term used by sailors as early as World War II to refer to members of the Marine Corps, drawing the term from the resemblance of the Marine dress blues uniform, with its high collar, to a Mason jar which at the time was made from blue glass. 

The Marine Corps was founded in Tuns Tavern in Philadelphia PA. November 10,1775

Since we won't be near a computer over the weekend I am posting this birthday greetings and will be back posting next week.
To any Marines reading this....Semper Fi to you. 

Bad News

While Zak the bear and Bobby the Werepoodle, are partaking a little legal pot, Barry T Bunny (Boo-Nay) has just learned some new and disturbing news that he feels will truly rock his little world.  What could it be?  Tomorrow starts a new adventure for Barry, Zak and Bobby.  It should be fun.
By the way the box Bobby is sleeping on is an Acme Bear Proof Munchy  Locker. After all one can not partake of pot with out any munchies, right?

Legal Rocky Mountain High.

Yesterday the people of Colorado voted to make Pot legal in the state.  This in mind lots of new gags come to mind.  I also wonder if it will cause some pot heads to move into the state.
This morning someone on the radio was lamenting on how Colorado will be a magnet for pot head tourists.  I guess we will just have to wait and see.

More over acting

Actually this is a combo scene from two movies: A Man Called Horse and Platoon.  And yes I know Richard Harris died in 2002, so I guess this would be a really long distance call.
Bobby Anderson the guys who should have been turned into a regular run of the mill Werewolf got turned into a French Werepoodle by mistake and for our fun.  Poodles are by and large divas and drama queens so this kinda sorta fits having a French Werepoodle

Whine whine whine

How depressing it would be on moment you are Bobby Anderson, North Park Auto Mechanic and the next you find you are a  French Werepoodle. I am sure he will get over it in a few days.  In the mean time old Zak the bear will take good care of the little guy.