I’m posting today from a campsite in NJ’s Pine Barrens (not so barren that the campsite has no wi-fi, fortunately). Not gonna go on at length about this relatively innocuous end to an innocuous arc, except to point out that TB sabotages the whole thing with that lead balloon of a “punchline”. “Wondering what a mind would sound like when it snapped”? File that gem under Things No One Would Ever Say, particularly if the mind in question was one’s own.
Tag: Wally
Get Yer Psych Dogs Here!
Another coping skill that Wally has gained is the abilty to withstand good-natured joshing. His comrades in arms have been busting Wally’s balls all week, with Mitch in today’s panel 2 basically implying that pre-“psych dog” Wally was a basket case. Which, of course, he was.
O-limp-ics
The snark stand-down remains in effect today. Clearly, “Mitch” isn’t an Olympic contender, but is showing a sense of humor (of all things!) in the face of physical and emotional trauma. You go, Mitch! Note to Wally: maybe next trip, instead of bringing your dog? Bring along your ex-wife/”widow” Becky, so she can see that using a prosthetic is not a sign of weakness.
Gym Buddy
Today we meet Buddy’s friends down at the VA. It’s kind of hard to snark on this scene, given our deep respect for our wounded warriors…but I will allow myself a teeny chuckle at that clumsily-rendered prosthetic arm with its itty-bitty little fist.
Road Trip!
Buddy dons his trademark vest, and he and his master hop into Wally’s clown car. Next stop: the VA clinic in Akron!
Son of Stuck Funky 
