Pet future

Pooch Cafe:

Or it could be robot insects.  They exist.  So do robot dogs.  I don't think Poncho will have to wait very long.  This doesn't mean that humans will be extinct, of course.  It just means we won't be in charge anymore.  Most likely we'll still think we're in charge, but we won't be.

It's also possible that this is currently the state of things.  How would we know?

St. Patricks Day subs!

Yeah, you heard me.

Grand Avenue:

False.  Double false.

F-Minus:

The sub is actually quite a bit longer, but they started at the other end and weren't able to get any farther than the current farthest end.  What a waste.

Food Chain

Ziggy:

Indeed.  No need to worry about the small, cowardly bald man being at the top of it.  Forget that fish.  Just because you're supposed to be slightly below the human on the so-called "food chain" doesn't mean you have to be.  Go on, eat him.  You know you want to.

Dog eating habits

Marmaduke:

What Marmaduke doesn't know is that the girl isn't pouring salad dressing on the grass.  It's actually her dad's dandruff shampoo.  She's obviously trying to murder Marmaduke.  What the little girl doesn't know is that Marmaduke can never die.  He'll probably eat her for trying to kill him, too, while the other little girl watches in horror.

Should have stayed safe and just given him dog food.

Cat psychiatry

A cross-post from The Daily Comics Review, which I also write on from time to time.  I quite liked what I came up with, so it's here, too.

Today, two panels dealing with...  well, you'll see.  Also a couple more that don't deal with that.  How vague indeed.

Heathcliff:

...and how incredibly awesome it is, and how you need to grow it out more.  Unfortunately, to properly pull off the look, you will need to get a top hat, a monocle, or both.  A cowboy hat may also work, but then you'll need to get a fake sheriff badge as well.

Moderately Confused:

"Well, I've been continuously beaned by bricks since I was a small child, and I think it's messed with my head a bit.  I actually started to like it.  Yes.  I hate to say it, but...  I think I've developed a brick fetish.  So, yeah.  I think...  yeah, that's probably why they call me Krazy.

It could also be because that's my first name."

"Great, good.  Now, let's move on to your gender confusion..."

The Buckets:

Time to learn some tricks that don't involve the audience.  Or better yet, if you have an uncooperative audience, make sure that you have your magic death box with you, either the one that you can saw people in half with or the one you can stick a bunch of swords into.

Chuckle Bros.:

I could've guessed that in one note.  I mean, the first twang of the banjo just gives it away immediately.

Three, yes, three of 'em. THREE OF 'EM.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to put them all into a single post, so I just went ahead and did it anyway.

Home and Away:

The other reason he went to college was obviously to learn Latin.  No househusband can do his job properly unless he speaks at least a smattering of Latin.  I mean, how else can he properly argue on the Internet without knowing the Latin names for all of those logical fallacies (I'm looking at you, post hoc ergo propter hoc)?

Cow and Boy:

Next to some...  landed in some...  some...  some what?  Dog poo?  Nah, cow pie probably.  Come on, Cow, you should know better than to leave your pies lying everywhere.

B.C.:

You know, I really have to give this one to him.  She's always like that.  Everything appears to be normal.

Fire irony

Firony?

Loose Parts:

He's right.  In order to achieve minimum irony, he ought to burn the leaves in the middle of the forest, far away from any kind of civilization.  Unfortunately, his original configuration achieves maximum safety, since the fire fighters would be right next to him ready to put it out.