Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

Home, Sweet Home…

Wow — what a whirlwind of excitement! And Niki thought he was just going to go fishing (uh, yeah, Rex, too).

The fat manbear on the left (as opposed to the obese rhinoman on the right) was contributed by gh, a bastion of CC snarkery. I’m glad I made the manbear come out better (I think. I guess.) on the comparisons.)

Dr. Drew, Manwhore!, returns! In only a few months, he’s mature, a little sadder and wiser, and he’s ready to profess his undying love for the woman of his dreams, Dawn Vera. I, for one, am rooting for him.

Elizabeth realizes, being a teacher and having taken many, many classes in Childhood Development and Child Behaviour, that much needs to be done to win Francie’s trust. (Just because she realizes this doesn’t mean she implements it, but hey, I digress.)

In which Rex considers Death for a diagnosis and also discovers the secret of comedy.