Hmm! As a dog owner that takes his dogs out to eat frequently (On the outside patios of restaurants), today’s strip was like kryptonite to this ol’ snarker. Any terse exchanges between the eatery’s staff and Wally that could have led to such gems as: “He’s not my dog, he’s my wingman” were wisely left out.
Two people in Westview are enjoying a quiet dinner without a problem, massive word balloon or smirk in sight. Sure, the table randomly changes sizes throughout the meal, which must have led to some challenging dining, but other than that, I’m gonna leave these three alone. It’s hard to argue with happiness, especially in Westview.
Son of Stuck Funky 
