They Moved My Bowl (8 page)

“Unconditional love? I don’t think so.”

“My God, will I ever stop falling for that fake throw?”

“Oh, I
would
bite, but only if the cause were just.”

“Not guilty, because puppies do these things.”

“Thanks for asking, but no. My frisbee days are behind me.”

“She’s really upset.”

“O.K., I’m on my way home.”

“And only
you
can hear this whistle?”

“It makes me want to pee.”

“News Flash: I don’t have to do that anymore.”

“Damint, Winslow, don’t just barge in withoutscratching and whining at the door first.”

“O.K., so how wide is this pet door?”

I should have a short-haired, mixed-breed dog named Buster.

Instead we have a Maltese named Chloe. When I looked up the Maltese breed years ago the first word that caught my eye was
“aristocrat.” And that’s our Chloe.

Chloe, to her credit, gets on well with Buster Buster being imaginary. And Buster for his part is a marvelous model for the
pup cartoons, while Chole waits impatiently for royal portrait that she is sure is her due.

So I want to thank Buster for his help in pulling these cartoons and this book into being, as well as Michael Sand, Jeannie
Schulz, George Booth, Bob Mankoff, Lee Lorenz, Anne Hall, Martha Kaplan, Michael Wolff, and the good people at The Cartoon
Bank. In the Heartland, special thanks go as always to Ramoth and to p.a. Carol Jonas (who finds things).

Chloe was no help at all.