
There’s something about the old song. I don’t know what it is. And just because they’re old it doesn’t mean they’re good. Think Gregorian chants.

There’s something about the old song. I don’t know what it is. And just because they’re old it doesn’t mean they’re good. Think Gregorian chants.

I never really understood that song anyway. So I have always figured it was about going to the restroom.

This is the kind of ‘toon I love coming up with. Where the characters are somehow aware of comic strip tropes.

I don’t care if I have the best yard in the neighborhood. I just don’t want to have the worst.

I have had a Weedeater for some time now, the mechanical kind. I didn’t think it was a very good one, until I learned how to use it

I’ve thought this about that song (Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee) since I was a child.

There used to be a restaurant near here called Butterlove. They went out of business between when I drew this cartoon and when it was published. Not my fault!

Does your family do that? Ours does, but I start to feel repetitive. (If you had Doctor Tuttle in your local paper, you would have seen this strip last week.)

I remember when I was little and people would regularly throw trash out the windows of cars. Glad that has lessened, would love for it to stop.

Okay, for both of you who are paying attention, this joke doesn’t work. Tuttle and Phydeaux have both been depicted wearing shoes for baseball.