(Wally Winkerbean has just gotten a service dog to help him cope with PTSD)…well, you’d be wrong.
Really, really wrong.
The sad thing is this is very hard to snark — it’s nice to see something Good happening to just about anyone in Funkytown (exception, Les). Knowing the way things go there, Buddy is going to be hit by a car, or eat some rancid pizza from Montoni’s, or strike up a friendship with a blue cat…
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