When Does It Get Relaxing?

I'm sitting on a bucket behind the shed with The Puppy, eating my peanut butter on rye and asking how to be safe. The Puppy says "Just do what I do." Meanwhile, the Ninja Twins are watching ants. The Slinky One muses that the ant carrying a piece of bread could be picked up by a hungry bird. He says life is freaking him out. He notes the ants are headed toward me, and The Fluffy One adds that the ants are headed into my pants as I lay on the ground with the Puppy. "When does it get relaxing?" I ask. "I dunno, I'm on alert 24/7," The Puppy replies.

The things that happened in the 19 days between when I drew Wednesday’s strip and this one….

Life is weird. Tell the ones you love that you love them, but maybe don’t offer to drive them to the bank during the first week of the month because IT IS NOT WORTH IT. Stay away from banks. People don’t rob banks anymore, they wait until people come out of the bank and then rob them.

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