Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

…yeah, whatever.

I feel a little explanation is in order. In the mashing of the current Hang-Dog Dawn’s chance meeting with a stranger at the Galleria de Santa Royale, I’m not the only one.
Brigman and Moy start the encounter (boringly enough):

…John L. from Facebook’s “Readers of the Comics Curmudgeon” helps improve upon the story:

…and darn it! If I don’t have to feed the kitty!

(Yep, that’s Mark Trail’s packrat, too.)

I guess it only goes to show that “Many cooks make a turgid plot readable.”

…not Yogi. But there might’ve been a pine cone in my ear.

Which isn’t the same thing as not giving a damn, is it?

Oh, and here’s a little something for June, to illustrate Rex’s point:

Can no one…not Mark, not notCherry, certainly not feeble ol’ Doc, not bighorn sheep, not even Mexican grey wolves (los lobos gris Mexicano)…stop to JJ’s villainy?!??

Long, boring story short: Luann and her buddies go on a camping trip and lose a bunch of their gear on the way to the destination. Unfortunately, no matter how much we hope and pray and wish, Luann is likely to return home intact…

So Dawn goes to the Santa Royale Galleria, buys underwear, and runs into a stranger. And then things get stranger.
Hey, at least this is a diversion from what promises to be an insipid plot (apol0gies in advance to M. Trail).

…with all the little animals rallying to his side. Except Snow White doesn’t have the Fists of Justice, like Mark has. I think

Unfortunately, some species just aren’t the trustworthy type (they really do mean well, but, you know…):

Oh, come on! Does Mark Trail ever ask that much of us? (Then again, do we ever ask that much of him?):

Adding an itty-bitty smile to the overall ennui (good ol’ Rex!):

…but I am so impressed by all the keen stuff that goes on in Mark Trail (okay, by far the critters). It’s almost like gilding the lily (I know I’ve used that somewhere else)…

And I’m still impressed!