I'm struggling to understand why Saul isn't grumpy anymore. The only thing different is that instead of a bowtie-wearing chihuahua, he owns a bowtie-wearing dachshund. So unless Tommy is dealing again to the lonely residents of Charterstone, I can't figure it out.
"I just made a suggestion... that you come with me to buy tires. And then, once I had you trapped inside a moving vehicle, I drove you to the animal shelter. The trick was to keep my car moving fast enough that you couldn't jump out."
It's no coincidence that I, too, have been going through a dark time since I first met Bella, and I thought Greta was going to save me by bringing this story to an unsatisfying but abrupt conclusion. But, no, Moy has found a way to drag this out forever. I feel like I've joined Bella in doggy hell.
I'm sorry for such erratic posting lately. I've been hiding in my shell. It's just that this story, after ten years of commenting on Mary Worth, has defeated me. I can't even pretend to like it. It is so dull that even I don't care. I'd rather shop for tires than post about this story, but I'm afraid I'd come home with a dog. I do see that the victory lap has started, and so there is hope.
"That's why I'm taking you back to your old owner - because when you shut out the bad you shut out the good. Mary taught me that. If you stop watching bad movies, you can't watch good movies. If you break up with a bad boyfriend, you can't have a good boyfriend, and if you stop reading Mary Worth, you can't read Doonesbury, or Calvin and Hobbes."
June Brigman is a genius, invoking such a Hitchcockian viewpoint to capture the horror of Greta's new life.
"Yes, Mary, thank you for this. Now we're going to take another unexpected detour to the JCC Older Singles luncheon where I'm determined to find you a husband. You'll thank me later."
I expected some sort of congratulations from Karen Moy for my 3,000th Mary Worth post, so I visited her blog, but this was all I found: A one-sentence post with a scan of her own comic that wasn't even straight. It makes me feel a little unappreciated, frankly.
