Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 26, 2025

Oversleep

October 6, 1966
Tulip seems like fun.

If we didn't have that little nose wiggle line in the first panel, Brutus would look dead. Kind of like I commented on before.

Friday, August 08, 2025

We're Not Even Sure Biff Is a Friend

September 21, 1966
That dog, I'm assuming it's a dog anyway, kind of looks like Killer from All Dog Go to Heaven.
That movie had dogs shooting other dogs with
machine guns.
Was the music already playing or did the dog put on the record before dancing with Brutus?

What is wrong with her? Why is she phrasing it like this? "I just heard about Biff Hooper. He has appendicitis. Do you have any questions?" No. Why do I even care? Appendicitis isn't contagious. Appendicitis also isn't all that serious. Get back to me when he has something communicable or terminal.

Wednesday, August 06, 2025

Resting Scowl Face

September 18, 1966
I don't think bulldogs actually know or understand the purpose of Yale's fight song, but whatever you think will help, I guess. You couldn't just beat the dog with your umbrella or go into one of those doors?

Eli Yale, or Elihu Yale, was the primary benefactor for Yale University, for those that don't know. I even had to look up what the hell is Bulldog thing was about.

Brutus knows you aren't supposed to tell women to smile anymore, right? Now Mother Gargle has even more of a reason to be a complete menace to him. He's tired of scowling now, just wait, it'll get even worse now. Brutus will wish he were dead.

Friday, July 04, 2025

Worst Independence Day Ever

It's a sad day in the history of your country when fucking Hi & Lois shows more fight and backbone than a majority of the people actually elected to fight and show backbone. This is a legacy strip, it's only goal is to stay the course, not ruffle feathers, and give readers a light chuckle (not a guarantee). Not upset the populace by suggesting that we might have to fight a tyrannical ruler again.

And look at their faces, with the exception of Trixie, the Flagstons absolutely know that fascism is here, several of their neighbors are Nazis and nothing set up to keep this from happening is going to work. Dot's thrilled to start fighting though.

August 23, 1966
Just to the front door? I would think you could make it to the mailbox or the street (whichever is further). Maybe the bathroom is further away. I could definitely make it to the street with toothpaste at my house.

It's amazing how the Fourth of July turns people into inconsiderate scofflaws. "Hey, my dog gets anxious with fireworks, can you go easy this year?" I'll make sure to point the loud ones at your house. "The neighbor down the street is a veteran with PTSD." Then he should understand that he fought for my right to shoot off loud noise makers. "Why are people shooting off fireworks? It's June 29th." It's our right and perfectly legal. All within the law (law says no fireworks until July 3 and 4). "Our city is thinking about banning fireworks." I'll still shoot them off. It's my right.

You're all jerks!

Sunday, June 01, 2025

Another Dollar Lost

Before we get started on today's Born Loser strips, just pointing out that summer is among us so I am out of work for the next couple of months. If you enjoy what pops up here, you can click on the Support link at the top of the page and support me or the website.

If you didn't see, there's a new post about my arch-nemesis, Capt. Kid. He says he knows famous actress Not Rita Hayworth because he's a liar and needs to seek therapy.

February 15, 1987
If this happened today, Brutus would've been beaten by the other restaurant patrons and arrested. Ha ha. We're living in a terrible timeline.

And Brutus, you're fine. No need to be embarrassed or worried. No need to make a federal case out of going into the wrong bathroom. It's 1987, not 2025.

"He says whatever I tell him to say." "I was with Hurricane Hattie at whatever time you say the crime happened. You can't pin this on her, pigs!"

You taught Kewpie to talk? You were only gone 15 minutes.

Wednesday, May 28, 2025

Water, Water Nowhere

June 28, 1966
Abner's name here is Doodle? Ok. Floobush is a name. Floobush--it's a funny sounding last name. Ha ha. Doodle isn't a name. It's especially not a funny last name. It's nothing. Abner Doodle? No, thank you.

And we're supposed to believe that's a sheep?

Wilberforce, at school: "My mom goes around the house and fake waters the plants. The plants aren't real and there's no water, but that's what she does. It's sad watching Mom slip away from us, but it makes her happy. Keep watering those plants, Mom. You just keep watering them..."

Thursday, May 22, 2025

My Afternoon With Hattie

June 21, 1966
Honestly, I feel you could just connect these panels and call it good.
See? That looks fine.

I've never been a fan of dog whistle jokes. I don't think they are/were as prevalent as movies, TV, and old cartoons lead us to believe.

Yes. My answer would have to be yes.

I don't know. I think Hurricane Hattie would be a fun daughter to have. I've always wanted a daughter so I'm going to grab any opportunity to be a loving father figure to Hurricane-esque girls.

Friday, April 04, 2025

Dog's Day

A frog and a disheveled woman holding a broom are standing together talking. "Marry me and let me take you away from all of this!" the frog says. "Are you crazy, Bruce?" the woman says. "You have obviously forgotten that you are a prince and I am but a lonely peasant!"
May 6, 1966
Wouldn't she then be a princess if she marries the frog? Maybe he's a frog prince and not a prince who was turned into a frog. Perhaps true love's kiss won't turn this frog back into a human.

I can't imagine any royal family being fine with an interspecies relationship so it probably wouldn't work out anyway.

Kewpie is asleep but is woken up by some CRASHing, BOOMing, BANGing, and BAMming. Now running, Kewpie thinks "I almost slept through the high point of my week! The garbage truck!" Kewpie stares out the window as more crashing and banging happens.
My dogs absolutely love/hate the trash men. They get a clear view of them as they go through the alley and I can't ever tell if they are upset that they can see the trash men or upset that the trash men are stealing our trash.

Wednesday, April 02, 2025

Hair-Brained

Two men are at a baseball game. Both men aren't having fun, but one man in particular is practically livid. "So if you don't like the way Birdie Tebbets is handling his pitchers, don't gripe to me, tell him!" his friend says. "I think I'll do that..." the really angry man says, a dark cloud around his speech bubble. When he returns, a baseball has been crammed in his mouth. "What'd he say?" his friend asks.
May 4, 1966
I don't think there's ever been a time where people wanted to hear criticism of how they do things. Especially when you are the one in charge. I don't know why people they would know better than Birdie Tebbets, whose life was baseball for 30 years. Yes, George "Birdie" Tebbets was a real person! He was a catcher who was very good at directing the pitchers. Tebbets played from 1936 until 1952 and then managed from 1954 until 1966. I don't know, maybe what this guy said sunk it considering Tebbets would retire from the Cleveland Indians after the 1966 season. He would continue being a scout for various teams until his retirement in 1997. Birdie Tebbets would pass away in 1999 at 86.

Brutus and Wilberforce are in a room just staring at Kewpie for some reason. Wilberforce looks at Kewpie and then up at Brutus. "Hey Pop," Wilberforce begins "I just noticed that Kewpie has twice as many hairs on his head than you do!"
I guess we're just ignoring all of Kewpie's fur that is on his head and focusing on the two longer hairs that I always figured were oddly placed eyelashes/eyebrows.

Why are they just staring at Kewpie?

Wednesday, March 26, 2025

Wednesday Quickies

A man sits on the ground nursing a black eye after being punched by a large man walking by with a beautiful woman. A dog in a hat and feather stands next to the man with the black eye and a suitcase labeled 'Thornapple and his talking dog'. "Talking wasn't enough. I had to teach you how to whistle..."
April 23, 1966
Whistling is one thing. You taught him to wolf whistle? That's the one kind of whistling I would not teach a dog.

He at least seems apologetic about it.

Brutus and Veeblefester are standing in front of each other. "What do you mean I'm..." Brutus begins, but is interrupted by a yawn. "Too laid back?"
Laid back doesn't mean 'tired'.

Saturday, March 22, 2025

Boy Loves Dog

A scientist pours a liquid into a test tube with another liquid. It's very wafty as a faint cloud whisps around the room. A pretty secretary sits behind the scientist at a typewriter. As the cloud wafts around more, the pretty secretary is transformed into a hideous beast. Another scientist says something to first that is illegible due to the scanning of newspaper.
April 20, 1966
I don't know what that one scientist guy is saying (I only recognize the word 'Thornapple'), but I at least get the gist of the comic. I'm hoping this is some sort of new perfume although I don't think perfume are made in test tubes and beakers. But, maybe!

Wilberforce is sitting in the green chair this time with Kewpie sitting in front of him. "They say dogs are a man's best friend...I know I may just be a kid, Kewpie, but I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship," Wilberforce says to Kewpie.
Kewpie will be long dead by the time Wilberforce is a man.

I originally thought Wilberforce was going to give Kewpie a treat, but he was just going in for a scratch of the chin. I bet Kewpie wishes it was a treat though.

Sunday, March 02, 2025

Bloodhound Gang

Mother Gargle is sitting in a chair, reading the newspaper. Brutus is putting on a coat. "Now Gladys and I will be gone for two weeks. This sealed envelope contains the combination to the safe. It is only to be opened in case of an emergency," Brutus explains to her. "The cab's here!" Gladys hollers from the front door. As Gladys and Brutus approach the taxi, Mother Gargle calls out. "Hold it! Hold it!" "What's wrong?" Brutus asks. "I think you gave me the wrong combination!"
October 19, 1986
I'm assuming there is cash in the safe if Mother Gargle needs cash for...something...I guess if the furnace goes out or Wilberforce is kidnapped.

Mother Gargle steals from her daughter and son-in-law. What a good person.

Brutus is sitting in his green chair talking with Wilberforce and Kewpie. "Hey, Pop, guess what Rusty's dog can do? Rusty lets his dog, Blue, sniff a bone, then Rusty...Wait. I'm not typing all of this garbage. Wilberforce is obviously in love Rusty and/or Rusty's dog, Blue. Blue can find a bone Rusty buried in the backyard so Brutus deduces that Blue must be a bloodhound. "Kewpie's not a bloodhound, I guess," Wilberforce asks. Gladys then calls everyone in for dinner and Kewpie bolts away. "Kewpie is, obviously, a chowhound," Brutus says.
Holy shit, enough about Rusty and Blue.

A "chow hound" is a cross between chow-chows and basset hounds. Kewpie is not that either.





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Monday, February 17, 2025

Lucky? Really? $5 Salisbury Steak?

A man stands a fence with a sign that reads "Beware of vicious giant dog". He hears a small bark and goes into the yard where he pets a small dog that only comes up to his knees. "Oh-ho-ho! You friendly little fella. Your master certainly has a sense of humor," the man says, petting the small dog, while a very large dog, whose legs are the only thing we can see stands chained up behind him.
March 15, 1966
We're all familiar with Clifford, the Big Red Dog, who debuted just three years before this strip. Inspired by that friendly, lovable dog, Art introduced Hogarth, the Vicious Giant Dog. I mean, I'd buy those books.

Brutus is at his favorite disgusting diner again. The waitress comes up to him. "About your order of our five-dollar salisbury steak special. Well, you got the last one." Brutus happily responds "Lucky me!" The waitress continues "Not really. I told that to the guy who just sat down in booth 2 and he bid ten dollars for your salisbury steak meal."
Seems to me that Brutus still gets the salisbury steak, unless you want to, I don't know, I'm just spitballing here, fight to the death. Survivor gets the salisbury steak.

Monday, January 20, 2025

Weigh Your Weight Away

I wrote this post about John Quincy Adams back before the 2016 election. Adams is quite possibly the most qualified person to ever run for president. Sadly, dirty D.C. politics and Andrew Jackson would screw up what could've been a very prominent legacy.

A man is playing fetch with his dog, throwing a bone in each panel until the last one when the dog returns instead with a policeman's cap.
February 22, 1966
Now you might be thinking that the officer will understand and take the dog stealing his hat as a little joke. Ha ha. Right? Well, all cops are bastards so this man will at least get a long lecture about watching where you play with your dog all while using his nightstick to get his point across.

Did the bone knock the hat off? Did the dog jump to take the hat? Was the hat already on the ground? Is the policeman lying dead in an alley?

Brutus and Gladys are walking into the bathroom together. "The doctor told me if I want to lose weight, I should weigh myself every morning," Brutus says. In the bathroom, Brutus stands on a scale and sighs dejectedly as Gladys watches. "I think he meant in addition to dieting..." Gladys points out.
Ok, but are either of you going to use the bathroom...?

Saturday, August 03, 2024

Drama-Free Dog

December 18, 1965

More crime in these early strips! There are only two constants in these early strips: Crime and death.

Can none of these people who get overpowered and tied up fight back? There's a couple where it's possible they were asleep. This guy was at work!

July 27, 2024

Two strips in a row talking about smoke detectors going off.

DINNER BELL!?!? Who still rings a dinner bell to announce it's time for dinner? It is 2024 for goodness sake.

Kewpie seems like my kind of dog. Rarely barks, doesn't try to jump over the fence in order to eat the neighbors, lazy, genderqueer/non-binary.

Is Uncle Ted over at Brutus' or did Brutus take Kewpie to Uncle Ted's?

Tuesday, July 16, 2024

Bathe Your Children!!

December 6, 1965
Someone's getting probed tonight! Lucky bastard.

All that for $40!? That is a great deal!

We had to shave our long-haired cat yesterday because he had a couple lumps that we couldn't brush out and they were really bothering him. It was definitely not $40.

You can't get Wilberforce to take a bath?

Thursday, May 30, 2024

Dine-flation

October 23, 1965
I thought it was pretty common knowledge that dog whistles are silent except to dogs. I think I learned that while watching Tom and Jerry or something. Maybe these boys are just idiots. I don't know.

So after just three cups, you might as well just go to Starbucks.

Brutus' smile got really big in the second panel. Is $2.29 a good price for an initial cup of coffee? I don't know. I typically get chocolate milk when I splurge and go to diners to eat. And you certainly aren't getting free refills on that.

Saturday, May 25, 2024

Only 9 Players?

October 19, 1965
Was Alvin smoking the pipe and then quickly shoved the pipe into the dog's mouth to blame it? That dog does not look like he enjoys smoking.

It doesn't matter which order Wilberforce is in, he's still going to suck.

Wednesday, May 15, 2024

Garbage Week

I have been going back and forth on how I want to continue handling this website. Readership is fine, but I feel it could be better. My posts of links are buried on Threads and I have very few followers on my other social media sites. While I still enjoy doing this, I'm not sure if it's something that I should keep doing. "If you like doing it, then you should keep going," I hear you say. But if I'm just commenting into the air, then what's the point?

I'll finish out the month and figure out what to do. Maybe I'll keep doing this. Maybe I'll just post on social media. Maybe I'll stop doing this altogether and just focus on my writing. Whatever. In the meantime, you can read about one of my favorite Superman storylines where Brainiac puts Superman's mind into the brain of a kid in a mental facility.


October 9, 1965
Another person stuck in the rain? And it's to talk to your dog? Who's there with your dog, holding the phone to its ear? Or is the dog in the phone booth with this guy? That just raises even more questions!

"Tomorrow is another day"? Is that some sort of perverse threat? I've complained on social media recently, but I am not handling 2024 very well. It's been a rough year for a number of reasons. Maybe I'll talk about it at some point. That picture of Wilberforce isn't helping...

Saturday, April 27, 2024

The Good Sofa?

September 21, 1965
Just based on his hair and jawline, I don't think this guy will be any better for Nancy than her current fiancée. Lateral move, honestly.

Isn't that watercooler just a water fountain?

We keep our dogs off the furniture as well. Our boy dog is fine with it, but our girl dog will sneak onto the couch when no one is looking. She also begrudginly gets off when we tell her but she definitely doesn't look like she's going to burn the house down while we sleep.