Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

Good heavens, do I loathe 90% of the characters in this strip. And the potentially interesting ones just fade away…

…that this particular “story-line” is over.  Or at least Mary and Nola leave the restaurant by the end of the month.

Enough Mark Trail Bingo! It’s time to check up on Butch, the old blind hunting dog!  He’s gone wandering (since his master’s jacket got stolen), and now he’s trying like crazy mad to find his way home, or something like that.  I’m not too sure anymore — then again, I’m not an old blind hunting dog.  Carry on, Butch!

Let’s see — three weeks ago:  Mary at a pool party.

Two weeks ago: Mary having dinner with Nola Wolverson.

One week ago: Mary having coffee with Toby (Nola at work).

This week: Mary having lunch with Nola.

It might not be Eldercare at its finest, but at least Mary isn’t wandering around in the mall.  Of course, this week’s story might qualify as elder abuse…

Wow, and not even the Prince of Darkness can help Mary now!

Maybe they’ll reach a truce by the end of lunch…

…or maybe not!  Whatever it is — TGIF!