Wally gets slapped down a second time by the sarcastic bitch of a dog trainer. Anyway, I wonder if someone experiencing a panic attack, or “freezing up”, whatever the hell that means, would have the presence of mind to issue any command to their dog.
| Hi, Wally. So what do you think: is Batiuk going to finally let you have a normal life, and stop portraying you as a basket case? | Jeez, Rache, I hope so. After having me seemingly blown up (I was really playing a video game), stepping on a landmine, taken prisoner, flipping out in public… | …yeah, I would say that son of a bitch owes me big time! Oh, and Colorado’s nice. I’m never coming back to Westview. Have a nice life. Bye! |
Ha ha! Parole! It’s funny because…no, wait, it’s not funny. Wally asks the trainer a reasonably serious, intelligent question and, because this is the Funkiverse, gets a typical smartass reply.
The “service dog thingy” is working wonders already: Wally, who for the last year and a half was afraid to leave his apartment, travels all the way to Colorado to meet his new “Buddy”.
Here is a little bit of background about Puppies Behind Bars.
If “it’s called writing“, how come Batiuk gives us whole strips where nobody says anything? That’s called “padding”.
Below: I edited the last two weeks’ strips to demonstrate that this story could have been told in one week, and still leave Sunday to show Funky being a dickhead at the car dealer.
Son of Stuck Funky 
