Has Mary Worth ever had a better idea than this? Saul will take one look at all those little animals with just 72 hours to five days to live, and he'll cheer right up! Bella who?
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Please add to the Chartertone Jukebox, They Might Be Giants, Apollo 18 (1992), Track 25, "Fingertips 10: Leave Me Alone".
Like many dog lovers, Saul will be overwhelmed by the number of animals seeking homes. Impulsively, he decides to adopt a full litter of Chihuahua puppies, pays the fees, and agrees to return tomorrow to pick them up. (Surely you didn’t think Mary would allow them in her pristine, tire-needing car. I won’t call you Shirley again.)
Two days later: The unofficial manager of Charterstone evicts Saul for violating the one pet rule, and Mary pckets a nice bribe from Wilbur, who is looking to get Dawn out of the house so he can carry on a raging love affair with a partner to be designated later.
Old Man Wynter and his puppies (Marley, Jake, Max, Maggie, Molly, and Bella II) move to a large van down by the river.
, Saul will be overwhelmed by the number of animals facing
Mary’s “donation” is a 5-gallon tub o’ muffins for the shelter’s staff. Won’t they be delighted... or something.
As Mary pulls into the parking lot, her bald tires skid on a puddle, she slams into several cars, the passenger airbag inflates, and Saul’s bulbous nose becomes even more bulbous.
Mary isn't a sociopath, she's just drawn that way.
I've told everyone how I lost my cat Michael 8 months ago. I live about a mile from the animal shelter. My husband has asked me if I want to go in and adopt another cat. I have told him I'm not ready to do it yet and he understands, unlike sociopath Mary who is going to wear this poor old man down until he bends to her will and adopts a new Bella. (It'll probably look like one of those "sad big eyed dog" pictures.)
WHOA, I did not see this ambush coming. Mary has crossed the line from meddling to abduction. She's going to force Saul into some kind of conversion therapy. Saul's only hope is to whisper to someone on the shelter's staff that he's been kidnapped and forced here against his will.
It is a good thing that this is a FAMILY FRIENDLY blog. Otherwise, my comments below would be rather profane. It is my hope the reader will interject expletives as necessary.
I had a visceral reaction when I saw today's extraordinarily shocking strip. The abject and solipsistic cruelty of Mary Worth, as depicted, knows no bounds.
When I suggested sometime back that Saul should adopt an animal in need, I wanted it to be a decision he came to on his own. What Mary is doing is downright cruel. Does Karen Moy ever meet real human beings?
Does it cross Mary's tiny little brain that Saul might truly want a new dog. For one thing he's an elderly man who could well outlive a new puppy. Maybe he doesn't want that to happen.
I hope Saul refuses to get out of the car and when Mary finally gives up and goes inside to deliver her donation, he gets out, slashes her new tires, and calls a cab.
Maybe this is a "no kill" shelter and Mary will walk in and see that her poor little beagle, Chester, is still there in his cage, waiting to be adopted 14 years after she dumped him off.
Mary puts Saul in a hammerlock and shoves him toward the cages. "Take a good look, Wynter! You wanna feel sorry for yourself, you son of a b****? Well what about THEM, huh? You think they wanna be here? I'm telling you now, you bas****, you're leaving here with one of these dogs or you're not leaving here!"
For me, the most shocking aspect of today's strip is KM believes that what Mary is doing to this poor man is admirable. Soon, well, maybe not so soon, Saul will bring a puppy home, all will be right in Saul's world, and KM will pontificate about the joys and compassion of animal rescue. She is astonishingly clueless. I once had a well intentioned friend attempt to gift my wife and me a puppy similar in appearance to our recently deceased dog. It was she that ended up with the dog.
Rover: Lousy, until those two old people came in and made my day.
Fido: Whaddaya mean?
Rover: Well, the bossy old lady kept giving me orders- Sit! Roll over! Shake hands! Of course I just gave her my best Huh? face until she shut up. The funny thing is, she smelled great- a combination of liver, and muffins, and methane. It was delightful.
Fido: What about the old man?
Rover: He smelled like motor oil, and salmon, and chihuahua. But he had the most enormous nose! I’ve seen camels with smaller noses than his. How was your day?
Fido: The same as ever. Hope, followed by despair, followed by dry kibble. At least I’ve got you, pal.
Finally, Animal Shelter. Is there going to be a lonely widow volunteer in addition to the mutt? There is no satisfaction in predicting this when Bella died, just anger at Mary for being such a buttinsky and so thoughtless.
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Please add to the Chartertone Jukebox, They Might Be Giants, Apollo 18 (1992), Track 25, "Fingertips 10: Leave Me Alone".
Mary’s Master Plan
Like many dog lovers, Saul will be overwhelmed by the number of animals seeking homes. Impulsively, he decides to adopt a full litter of Chihuahua puppies, pays the fees, and agrees to return tomorrow to pick them up. (Surely you didn’t think Mary would allow them in her pristine, tire-needing car. I won’t call you Shirley again.)
Two days later: The unofficial manager of Charterstone evicts Saul for violating the one pet rule, and Mary pckets a nice bribe from Wilbur, who is looking to get Dawn out of the house so he can carry on a raging love affair with a partner to be designated later.
Old Man Wynter and his puppies (Marley, Jake, Max, Maggie, Molly, and Bella II) move to a large van down by the river.
, Saul will be overwhelmed by the number of animals facing
Mary’s “donation” is a 5-gallon tub o’ muffins for the shelter’s staff. Won’t they be delighted... or something.
As Mary pulls into the parking lot, her bald tires skid on a puddle, she slams into several cars, the passenger airbag inflates, and Saul’s bulbous nose becomes even more bulbous.
Mary isn't a sociopath, she's just drawn that way.
I've told everyone how I lost my cat Michael 8 months ago. I live about a mile from the animal shelter. My husband has asked me if I want to go in and adopt another cat. I have told him I'm not ready to do it yet and he understands, unlike sociopath Mary who is going to wear this poor old man down until he bends to her will and adopts a new Bella. (It'll probably look like one of those "sad big eyed dog" pictures.)
I officially hate Mary.
If Saul’s nose becomes more bulbous, he won’t fit into one panel anymore.
WHOA, I did not see this ambush coming. Mary has crossed the line from meddling to abduction. She's going to force Saul into some kind of conversion therapy. Saul's only hope is to whisper to someone on the shelter's staff that he's been kidnapped and forced here against his will.
Mary has really gone too far this time.
-- Scottie McW.
But did they shop for tires yet? We need to know.
It is a good thing that this is a FAMILY FRIENDLY blog. Otherwise, my comments below would be rather profane. It is my hope the reader will interject expletives as necessary.
I had a visceral reaction when I saw today's extraordinarily shocking strip. The abject and solipsistic cruelty of Mary Worth, as depicted, knows no bounds.
When I suggested sometime back that Saul should adopt an animal in need, I wanted it to be a decision he came to on his own. What Mary is doing is downright cruel. Does Karen Moy ever meet real human beings?
In what universe would anyone want Mary as a neighbor?
Does it cross Mary's tiny little brain that Saul might truly want a new dog. For one thing he's an elderly man who could well outlive a new puppy. Maybe he doesn't want that to happen.
I hope Saul refuses to get out of the car and when Mary finally gives up and goes inside to deliver her donation, he gets out, slashes her new tires, and calls a cab.
Maybe this is a "no kill" shelter and Mary will walk in and see that her poor little beagle, Chester, is still there in his cage, waiting to be adopted 14 years after she dumped him off.
What must it be like for June Brigman when she gets the e-mail of the dialogue describing what to illustrate?
I meant to say truly NOT want a new dog.
This isn't friendship, this is outright bullying.
Mary puts Saul in a hammerlock and shoves him toward the cages. "Take a good look, Wynter! You wanna feel sorry for yourself, you son of a b****? Well what about THEM, huh? You think they wanna be here? I'm telling you now, you bas****, you're leaving here with one of these dogs or you're not leaving here!"
This is just awful.
-- S. McW.
For me, the most shocking aspect of today's strip is KM believes that what Mary is doing to this poor man is admirable. Soon, well, maybe not so soon, Saul will bring a puppy home, all will be right in Saul's world, and KM will pontificate about the joys and compassion of animal rescue. She is astonishingly clueless. I once had a well intentioned friend attempt to gift my wife and me a puppy similar in appearance to our recently deceased dog. It was she that ended up with the dog.
I think we can all safely assume that Moy has never lost a beloved pet and may never have loved at all.
I find it inconceivable that KM thinks this type of behavior is appropriate.
It doesn't matter if Saul gets out of the car or not. If he doesn't Mary will go pick a dog and bring it back to the care and say, "Here you go!"
The ONLY reason Mary got Saul into the car was so that he couldn't escape. That is some hardcore meddling!
Today's (terribly belated AGAIN!) Boldface Haiku is titled
"Mary Becomes The Darth Vader Of Meddling".
Pulling over?
Cheer up!
No, No!
Fido: How was your day?
Rover: Lousy, until those two old people came in and made my day.
Fido: Whaddaya mean?
Rover: Well, the bossy old lady kept giving me orders- Sit! Roll over! Shake hands! Of course I just gave her my best Huh? face until she shut up. The funny thing is, she smelled great- a combination of liver, and muffins, and methane. It was delightful.
Fido: What about the old man?
Rover: He smelled like motor oil, and salmon, and chihuahua. But he had the most enormous nose! I’ve seen camels with smaller noses than his. How was your day?
Fido: The same as ever. Hope, followed by despair, followed by dry kibble. At least I’ve got you, pal.
Rover: Same here, buddy.
I hope Saul gets out of the car and beats Mary with a tire iron.
Finally, Animal Shelter. Is there going to be a lonely widow volunteer in addition to the mutt? There is no satisfaction in predicting this when Bella died, just anger at Mary for being such a buttinsky and so thoughtless.
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