Wally does seem more “at ease”, though his panel 1 profile reminds me of a mummified corpse. And “seeing eye dog for the mind” smacks of something that TB heard in the course of his service dog “research”…filing it away to be served up as today’s punchline.
Tag: Becky
Wally's Word
I think Becky has had enough coffee: she’s shaking pretty bad as she pours one for the man she kicked to the curb not too long ago. In case this scenario is not awkward enough, throw in some of TB’s trademark, tin-eared dialogue: “You seem…” “Better?” “Your word.”
Huh? What’s your word? Do I not seem better, now that Buddy the Wonder Dog is in my life, and you’ve finally granted me a couple hours with my midget son? Now that I’m knockin’ boots with a two-armed woman? What’s your word?
Two Wallys and a Buddy
“We’re back!” …to wondering why, if Wally was a POW for at least ten years, before returning home nearly 18 months ago, his son appears to be 8 or 9 years old, tops.
Owen, Blowin'
Super Band Mom, wearing her pink Ann Apple jacket, shows up in the nick of time with Owen’s horn, and the kid, without even tuning or warming up, nails his solo. Yay.
Whew
Not for nothing: they’re going to be performing with a number of other school bands. Do you not suppose that someone would maybe be willing to lend the kid a trumpet? Anyway, that panicked expression on Becky in panel 1 is classic. Her phantom left hand right now would be strumming her lips, making that crazy “flubberdedub” sound.
Son of Stuck Funky 
