I love my cats, but sheesh, I don't have the walls of my house riddled with pictures of them. I'm surprised Saul doesn't have a "daddy and doggie" picture. (But then, we haven't seen the whole apartment yet.)
Boy Wanders, you've raised the bar here. This is tough. Bella died of dehydration because Wilbur used all the water in the complex with his showering and singing binges.
"Bella always loved chasing squirrels. In the end, her eyes were getting weak, and she chased a raccoon. Funny thing about rabid raccoons - they don't run away. Did you know we're surrounded by rabid raccoons?""
Rather than focus on how Bella died, I prefer to remember her for how she lived: irritably scratching at the bowtie clipped to her collar, incessantly yapping at anyone and everything that came within fifteen feet of her, eating people food being fed to her sitting on a table and, perhaps most especially, blissfully zoned out in a doggy valium induced haze while she finally sat still for her umpteenth portrait sitting.
To continue this obsession with a pre dinner snack made with a fish that swims upstream to spawn should result in a painful feeling of humiliation to KM.
Bella died for the same reason her master is about to die. Mary will provide the ‘funeral baked meats’, and Toby will make a life-sized model of each victim. Ian will say, “Aye, laddie, ye shoods hae had th’ wee haddock bits, and th’ little dug shoods have stuck with chihuahua chow. “ Wilbur will perform a karaoke version of “You ain’t nuthin’ but a hound dawg” while wearing full (old) Elvis drag. Dawn will do an interpretive dance with Harlan Jones.
Hey Fauxprof, thanks for the encouragement. Anonymous was actually Chin Napkin Groupie who failed to identify himself. I thought it was rather clever myself. Ha
Louise - you reminded me of that story Alan Alda told in one of his books. His family loved their dog so much that when he passed on they had him stuffed. Alda warned that it wasn't realistic or comforting. On the other hand, Bella looked pretty weird in real life so maybe it wouldn't matter.
I'm pretty sure that barking, yipping and growling caused Bella's trachea to collapse. Of course, she was already weakened by the mercury in the canned fish.
Choking on the bony canned salmon briquettes was Bella's cause of death. I'm surprised Mr. Wynter likes them now when he was feeding them to his dog at the Charterstone pool party. Why must Mary dredge up the cause of death for the dog? I know she meddles into peoples' personal lives but now she is prying into dogs, too.
My daughter is an artist. When earning her BFA in Art she was encouraged to "work larger" so we have ginormous oil paintings of two of our dogs, including an adorable image of our min pin standing on a pile of clothes inside the clothes dryer. I think he's looking for his bow tie.
Because Myster Wynter no longer drives, he gets home delivery of his groceries from Freda's. While unloading the food, Tommy dropped a frozen turkey on Bella's head. Accidentally of course.
Don't be shy! I'd love to hear what you have to say about Mary Worth. Just keep it clean, that's all I ask. This is a FAMILY FRIENDLY blog. I don't want to moderate comments, but I will if I have to.
ReplyDelete"Bella had a stroke after barking at that bee-yotch friend of yours."
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OMG, Mary's going there! She just doesn't know when to shut up.
BTW, I'm a dog lover, but multiple portraits? That's a bit much. What's that one on the left, Bella's obedience school graduation picture?
-- Scottie McW.
Maybe the flash bulb of so many photographs caused a seizure?
ReplyDeleteI love my cats, but sheesh, I don't have the walls of my house riddled with pictures of them.
ReplyDeleteI'm surprised Saul doesn't have a "daddy and doggie" picture. (But then, we haven't seen the whole apartment yet.)
Boy Wanders, you've raised the bar here. This is tough. Bella died of dehydration because Wilbur used all the water in the complex with his showering and singing binges.
Toby poisoned her. She wanted to ensure that she retained her status as top b*tch.
ReplyDeleteHannah Dingdong came back to Charterstone to visit Mary and ran over Bella in the parking lot.
ReplyDelete"Bella always loved chasing squirrels. In the end, her eyes were getting weak, and she chased a raccoon. Funny thing about rabid raccoons - they don't run away. Did you know we're surrounded by rabid raccoons?""
ReplyDeleteWhen did Mary's neck get so long?
ReplyDeleteAwww.. they wear the same clip on bow tie!
ReplyDeleteRather than focus on how Bella died, I prefer to remember her for how she lived: irritably scratching at the bowtie clipped to her collar, incessantly yapping at anyone and everything that came within fifteen feet of her, eating people food being fed to her sitting on a table and, perhaps most especially, blissfully zoned out in a doggy valium induced haze while she finally sat still for her umpteenth portrait sitting.
ReplyDeleteI’m waiting for the inclusion of the word “taxidermist”....
ReplyDeleteTo continue this obsession with a pre dinner snack made with a fish that swims upstream to spawn should result in a painful feeling of humiliation to KM.
ReplyDeleteExpressing deep admiration for Anonymous at 11:28 AM
ReplyDeleteFirst, no one has said it so far, so I will: Better NOT call Saul.
ReplyDeleteSecond, Bella died from acute chlorine inhalation caused.by Mr. Alora overdoing things for the recent Charterstone pool party.
@Maggie: I thought the same thing. That or Bella was overcome by the cheap perfume of the Olan Mills photographer.
ReplyDeleteI think she died from eating an earlier version of the SSAs Mary is peddling. I hope you find this loophole acceptable, Wanders.
ReplyDeleteBella died of boredom from days of nothing happening in this strip despite there being lots of potential in the beginning of this storyline.
ReplyDeleteBella died for the same reason her master is about to die.
ReplyDeleteMary will provide the ‘funeral baked meats’, and Toby will make a life-sized model of each victim.
Ian will say, “Aye, laddie, ye shoods hae had th’ wee haddock bits, and th’ little dug shoods have stuck with chihuahua chow. “
Wilbur will perform a karaoke version of “You ain’t nuthin’ but a hound dawg” while wearing full (old) Elvis drag.
Dawn will do an interpretive dance with Harlan Jones.
Hey Fauxprof, thanks for the encouragement. Anonymous was actually Chin Napkin Groupie who failed to identify himself. I thought it was rather clever myself. Ha
ReplyDeleteLouise - you reminded me of that story Alan Alda told in one of his books. His family loved their dog so much that when he passed on they had him stuffed. Alda warned that it wasn't realistic or comforting. On the other hand, Bella looked pretty weird in real life so maybe it wouldn't matter.
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty sure that barking, yipping and growling caused Bella's trachea to collapse. Of course, she was already weakened by the mercury in the canned fish.
Choking on the bony canned salmon briquettes was Bella's cause of death. I'm surprised Mr. Wynter likes them now when he was feeding them to his dog at the Charterstone pool party. Why must Mary dredge up the cause of death for the dog? I know she meddles into peoples' personal lives but now she is prying into dogs, too.
ReplyDeleteWould the sight of Wilbur poolside in his Speedo be problematic for a canine? (I know it would be for me...)
ReplyDeleteMy daughter is an artist. When earning her BFA in Art she was encouraged to "work larger" so we have ginormous oil paintings of two of our dogs, including an adorable image of our min pin standing on a pile of clothes inside the clothes dryer. I think he's looking for his bow tie.
ReplyDeleteMassive fish-induced diarrhea! ... You're not gettin' outta here alive, Mary Worth!
ReplyDeleteBecause Myster Wynter no longer drives, he gets home delivery of his groceries from Freda's. While unloading the food, Tommy dropped a frozen turkey on Bella's head. Accidentally of course.
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