Gryphon's week sort of went like this...








And then I feel sorry for the poor poodle, and take his cone off.



And this is why we probably shouldn't have a dog.

Comments

Akum said…
This is such as cute post.. Now, I miss my dog back home!
August 31, 2010 at 8:29 AM
Unknown said…
awww poor Gryphon! very cute post!!!
August 31, 2010 at 10:55 AM
meleah rebeccah said…
awwww. Poor Gryphon. But these comics are very funny!
August 31, 2010 at 4:57 PM
DavidShag said…
I guess if you didn't have a soft heart, you wouldn't have a dog in the first place. (Or imagine that a dog feels as you would.) How about restoring he cone and hanging pics of Sir Walter Raleigh and those other guys that wore the huge neck ruffs where Gryphon could see it and be inspired. Or convulsed with dog laughter.
August 31, 2010 at 6:03 PM
Unknown said…
I'd probably do the same thing, but these are some of the perils of parenting, right?
September 1, 2010 at 9:33 AM
Anonymous said…
My dog chews on his nails. He's eight years old and we've never had to get his nails clipped! It's maddening when he decides to do it at 3:00 in the morning, though...
September 1, 2010 at 9:43 AM
ReformingGeek said…
I love the comics but poor, poor Gryphon!
September 5, 2010 at 3:40 PM
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