This is our wonderful rescue dog, Debo, and an example of the psychological torture my wife visits upon him at meal time.

This is our wonderful rescue dog, Debo, and an example of the psychological torture my wife visits upon him at meal time.


Physical touch. It’s not just for canines.
When I was a kid we had a dog named Bonnie who regularly jumped over our fence seeking neighborhood adventure. If she happened upon a canine or feline road apple along the way she would pause for a quick snack. Her breath was delicious!

Rhymes with “ips”:

Go get her, Neville:

May yours be free of blah, blah, blah…

A message from the President and his canine friend:

The day after.
The Sorcerer’s Stone? Fine. But not Azkaban.

If this were true I might have done better in geometry:

Mrs Jankowski was an occasional backup singer for the B52’s. Back in the day.

Peaceful people are precious.

Heres an unrelated set of three. At least, I don’t think there’s any connection. Maybe you’ll discover one.



Two whimsical doodles and one rather heavy:




Another rejected New Yorker cartoon…but a worthy effort, no?

Rejected New Yorker cartoon. I like this one.