Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

Monday, and ready to work!

So far, so good…

But wait! The clinic isn’t closed yet!!!

And I have to admit that I’ve not written off old Wilbutt yet…

What fun! (or maybe, “WHAT fun?!??”)

Estelle forges on…

Meanwhile…

A moment to reflect…

Then back to the ACTION!!!

It’s a date!

Even the kind, patient Dr. Ed Harding has his limits (he probably would’ve put down his nephew Steven by now)…

Leaving us to speculate who “Miss Elizabeth Katz”: and “Mr. P. Whatanidiotdog” might be, applying for Steven’s job; it’s not as though they don’t have other options:

Whew! We’re back with Mary and Estelle…I’m pretty sure we spent seven years in people time, NOT dog years, listening to whiny old Steven.

Plus! A little cogitatin’ from that Cat and Canine (who weren’t allows in the cafe)….

Back to our scintillating story!

And even more!

At last!!!

…DEAD AHEAD!!

From one catastrophe to the other…

Meanwhile, we might wonder (or not) what Libby and Pierre might be up to:

Or, what Wilbutt and his package from Amazon might be up to:

Or are they just as dumb as Pierre?

UH-OH!

Kind of a lousy morning the next day…

Really lousy…

(Confidentially, I think Brigman is far too cool an artist to have to stoop to crap like this because Moy says so…)

But it’s not like you immediately have to seek out Mary, Estelle…

And Estelle is out and about!

Could Wilbutt be down for the count? On Valentine’s Day?!??

And then…

Finally, home again, after a truly lame week leading up to Date #2…

And finally, the date wraps up (the most interesting part: SOMEONE remembers Estelle’s actual name!):

And then…

Truth will out…