Two posts, one day.

I’m spent.

I do not hate cats.

They hate me.

If you’ve been with me a while you’ve seen this one before … if not its new to you. It is appropriate thought, really. Frances has not been letting me sleep well of late. My wonderful little Bagel has the need to stand up and shake at 3:00 in the morning with license jingling. That leave me looking more like today’s cartoon than her.

Wow, Thursday snuck up on me quick.

I’ve got nuthin’.

Those of you who have been a round for a while (or have gone through the archives) may notice this line from one of my Basset on the Brain cartoons. I actually did this version first.

I decided to put this cartoon up today because last night my Fiancée decided to tell me she wanted a Chihuahua.

A Chihuahua.

Its not like I haven’t had a rat for a pet before.

My aunt and uncle have had chows pretty much since they’ve been married. Very cool dogs. They want to be right there with you when you are in the kitchen getting something to eat. They aren’t supposed to be but they want to be.

Hence the please feed me look.

So after uploading last week’s Doogles cartoon I noticed a fatal flaw…I hadn’t changed the website in the panel from Bassetville.net to BryanPrindiville.com. Just in case you had any doubt I’ve been sitting on these a while, there’s your proof.

Anyway, this week’s cartoon is pulled straight from real life. Every time frances wants to go out she makes like she is trying to slam dunk over the door knob. And never quite making it.