Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

…only Hell doesn’t seem that long.

Time flies when you’re meddling…

Yeah, like we were going to be rid of Wilbutt that easily…

But if you can’t be with the one you love, masturbate about someone else…

But then, it’s a small, sad world after all.

Words, logic, time all fail me.

Of course, dumb animals totally disregard something like this…

Then again, sometimes they don’t…

What a great veterinarian vistit, to Dr. “Lively” Harding…but you can call him Ed.

While whiny old Wilbutt seeks solace, and a couple of salmon squares, from Mary…

Maybe Wilbutt will finally see the light…

And then again, maybe not…

Mary always has a good idea…

Yeah, a really good idea…

*sigh* This is like being a five-year-old and having to wait forever for Santa to show up!

[Cue the theme from Jaws.]

And while we’re waiting for the fun to begin, ever notice how some places will just let ANYONE in?

Wilbutt takes the stage…

The karaoke smack-down continues. Don’t you just wish that after Wilbutt monopolizes the stage over and over again, something like this would happen?!?

But, alas, that’s just a fantasy…it’s Estelle’s turn. Again.

A little interlude (thanks, Paul Harrington, for the inspiration!)…

And I hate to admit this, but unless things evolve into an all-out fistfight or glassware-slinging tout suite, it’s time for Karaoke night to end…

Sure, it’s been fun, but I really, really hope that the Star Lounge isn’t open on Sundays.

Keep calm, Estelle..remember, you came out on the right end of the stick.

If it’s Sunday morning, it’s time for a reHASH!

Where does the weekend go? I guess you can just lose your sense of time among the dewormers and such…

Could the new week get any better?!??

Pierre has a little too much “energy” (which is French for “vandalistic tendencies”), so Wilbutt it’s a good time to take him to the Santa Royale Dog Park….what could possibly go wrong?

As I said, what could possibly go wrong?

And suddenly, love finds Wilbutt Weston (hahahahahahaha)

The plot thickens (and doesn’t even repeat too much, even on a Sunday!)…

REVELATIONS!!! What is this thing called a “chew toy?”

Still, Wilbutt remains skeptical of dogs needing chew toys, regular vaccinations, daily food, fresh water, etc.

And I can’t quite call Carol a doormat yet…I think she has lousy taste in speaking to random strangers in the park.

And even lousier taste in escoring random strangers OUT of the park.

Where Wilbutt is concerned, it’s always a dumb-ass notion…

The Wind-up… (The rolling eyes was actaully done by June Brigman! I am not making this up!)

And a little something that can fit into any tight spot…

Vetting the vet…

Mission accomplished (aka, “There Is No God”).

Home again, Home again to start abusing Pierre!

How exciting! It could only be moreso if Pierre got carsick!

It’s a bright and sunny Monday…welcome to HELL, Wilbutt!

And, of course, Wilbutt chooses to engage in a battle of wits…with a dog.

So Wilbutt decides to reason with Pierre in lofty speech…

He just has to remember “No Deposit No Return”…

…although Estelle would probably have to hire a front-loader to move Wilbutt’s obese carcass. (Someone on the Readers of the Comics Curmudgeon actually suggested that I had a Dark Side).
What? I took him that long to discover it?!??

So now it’s El Dumpo Weston wandering about, pitying himself because that’s about all…

Wilbutt makes the ultimate sacrifice and TALKS to another person! Is he a saint, or what?!??

OMG! Saul is STILL talking to Wilbutt!

On to She who Sees All, Knows All, and Tells All…especially if you perk up and watch yourself!

How can Wilbutt resist?!??

Good thing it’s market day…at least if you’re Wilbutt.

Don’t forget the Tough Love, Mary!

It’d be cool if Wilbutt decided to court Eve. And Saul and/or Greta beat the crap out of him.

Or, fun bits while we’re waiting for somebody to poke Moy with a stick and wake her up (not that the plot will progress).

Someone suggested Mary loses her powers of persuasion and suggest she and Wilbutt visit the animal shelter. Mind you, Mary is ALWAYS in control:

There was some discussion that Libby be trained, and that squirting her with a spray bottle of water might work. Yea, right, like that will make her behave…

And where is Mary anyway? She’s blissfully absent from Estelle and Wilbutt’s walk in the park…but then, Labor Day was just a day or two away, and that always takes Mary’s conentration and work!

All right, a little crossover is usually not more than surreal at best…

No matter where you go…

And no matter how you think you remembered the words…you don’t.

When comic strips collide.

Maybe Wilbut is hedging his bets about the possibility of being booted from Charterstone, or perhaps giving serious consideration to a karaoke career…

(and less than 24 hours after the end of the summer Olympics, too…)

Let’s get down to brass tacks, Drew…

But Mary persists. Drew seems to be a bright boy…

…it goes on…

…and on…

Mary…full of good ideas…or something…

Could it be?!?!? OH, YES!!!! THE END!!!