A regrouping! Let’s see what the dog owners have up their sleeves. From the looks of things, it involves some sort of trick football play. Look, they love their dogs, that doesn’t make them great at strategy.
A palate cleanser, of sorts. Maybe they are all nice people and just want to go inside and join the dog party. That is possible! You don’t know! Anyway, nice to get a break from drawing dogs and draw dozens of buildings instead.
I can’t help but wonder if this guy uses the same joke every time he busts up a dog joint or if he comes up with new ones each time. Everyone else must be so sick of hearing them. How exhausting to have a boss like that! No one likes your jokes, Gary!
I’m 99% certain that dog speakeasies exist in New York; I’ve just never been invited to them. Gonna try to get on a regular schedule for these. We’ll see how that goes.
Huh did I not write anything for this one? Well hey, I think the point is well taken that I do not approve of running blindly through the streets and just bumping into people. VERY. RUDE.
Who goes Nazi? Turns out it’s everyone who’s ever stepped in poop.
Little known fact: society is already run by trendy dog breeds. If you don’t believe me just search for it online and I’m sure you’ll find an InfoWars rant about how they are the downfall of society and how it’s because of their high soy diet.
Man sometimes people just need to butt out. You are not helping, dog owner with bad practices!
I think the least realistic part of this whole story is that people in Brooklyn would stop and pay attention to some random nutto yell about dog poop.
Thank you for suspending your disbelief.
These first few are going to post fast! And then? Long delays! Hooray!
In the realm of life’s little tragedies, stepping in sidewalk dog doo ranks up there with missing the bus or chatting with your crush only to find spinach in your teeth after. It ruins your whole day!
The saga begins! This is a project I’ve been picking away at for awhile. Let’s see where it takes us.