I never thought I could help Mary (who's a mare, by the way, get it??), but look at her, Carol! Now she can stand near the fence and gaze mournfully in our direction as we refuse to come near her. She's doing great over there! And it's all thanks to Lily. I adopted a brindle terrier named Lily, by the way.
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If Shulock and Bolle had actually shown the adoption of Lily-the-dog, it would have been the most exciting thing to happen in this strip since Lu Ann dumped the Governor of New York at his ball.
What a missed opportunity!
I'm very confused. I thought Lily was a deer, but she does appear to have become a Great Dane or something. Is this the Island of Dr. Moreau or something?
At least Jack had the wits to escape from this vapid plot when he could.
@Uncle Ronnie,
Lily has been at least a Great Dane, a Shiba Inu, a fox, a Highlands Terrier, a dingo, an aardvark and a kangaroo. I'm pretty sure she has never looked like a fawn! Old Man Bolle isn't capable of drawing fawns, apparently. To his credit, he draws a good Shiba Inu!
Oh geez, they're back outside the barn again, time is looping. Like flies in amber, Carol and Tommie are trapped in the chronic hysteresis for all eternity. Their only clue to the nature of their imponderable hell is that each time through the loop, everything plays out the same except Lily is a different species.
"Have we had this conversation before? Has anything changed?" "I'm sure we haven't had this conversation before, and Lily has always been a giant lobster. Now I have a migraine." "This aspirin will cure your migraine. Have we had this conversation before? Has anything changed?"
Eventually, once the time loop stretches far enough, it'll snap, and then we'll finally get to find out whether Lily pooped in the car during the eighty trillion years she was in the car.
Time passes and. .......zzzzzzzzzzzzz.......WOW! Whoo hoo! The dear is a dog!
Time passes, and Tommie is still wearing the pink turtleneck and the white pants. Now I want to know what the pants are made of, because they are sparkling white despite weeks of mucking out stalls, working with horse and wild animals, and what all. I gotta get me some of those pants; I may never have to do laundry again!
If I wasn't bored numb by this storyline, I would definitely create a live "Turtleneck Watch" marking how many days in a row Tommie has been wearing this pink turtleneck. But, nope! I'm numb. Maybe I have a migraine. I need some of those fancy pills.
@NonnyMus, thanks! Now I know!
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