Soviet ex-military cyberdogs outsourced to India after glasnost failed, nyao. Not that I would know anything about genetically enhanced super-intelligent animals or anything, being a perfectly ordinary housecat after all…
Okay, I admit it, I’m genetically enhanced as well, nyao! You forced it out of me! But don’t tell anyone else, okay?
(with apologies to Mr. Collins, Mr. Rutherford, and Mr. Banks)
Best friend’s milking cows
Makin’ her way by sneakin’ around
I’m at the TV set
Remote’s fallen down, haven’t gotten it yet
But I can’t fetch, I don’t walk
The only thing about me is this doggy can talk.
I can’t fetch, and I can’t work
I’m just lying here feeling like a jerk
Nick could be “Materials scanner and values enforcer for a closed-ecosystem mercantile hub” (sometimes colloquially referred to as a ‘checkout scanner’).
Looks like the employment rate for canines is still lackluster.
Or she’s just that depressed about losing her job
I suspect you have the right of it.
The jobs for canines that can file are all done by computer and in India, nowadays.
Damn those Indian cyberdogs!
Soviet ex-military cyberdogs outsourced to India after glasnost failed, nyao. Not that I would know anything about genetically enhanced super-intelligent animals or anything, being a perfectly ordinary housecat after all…
Okay, I admit it, I’m genetically enhanced as well, nyao! You forced it out of me! But don’t tell anyone else, okay?
She actually IS being mature professional!
And nice to know they’re still living in the same place (or at least, together and with a similar-sized couch
Someone has to keep the batteries fresh for Sweetheart.
Oh, ouch. The depression really hits me in a personal place. 🙁
Depression is hard to make peace with.
One does not make peace with depression. Like tyranny, it is endured until it can be temporarily overthrown.
Yessss. That’s exactly how it is! Thank you!
I would say that it is possible to make peace with depression, but as with a tyrant, that is only possible after it no longer has any power over you.
Very nicely phrased! Thank you.
(with apologies to Mr. Collins, Mr. Rutherford, and Mr. Banks)
Best friend’s milking cows
Makin’ her way by sneakin’ around
I’m at the TV set
Remote’s fallen down, haven’t gotten it yet
But I can’t fetch, I don’t walk
The only thing about me is this doggy can talk.
I can’t fetch, and I can’t work
I’m just lying here feeling like a jerk
Phil wouldn’t be upset by this adaptation
“Bark” magazine, ha!
…and a packet of “Carb”,the delicious carbohydrate snack! (May contain mechanically recovered starch.)
I guess black-ops social services only had room for human or humanoid sapients when they all got transferred. Seems a mite discriminatory.
Maybe the various government K9 corps was full up that week.
Bessie looks worried in the first panel.
Bessie has a Frankenstein at its back trying to milk her. Under those circumstances, anyone would be unnerved, and for very good reason.
Do zombies have cold hands?
now that’s just sad
Three of them accounted for now…how many to go? Where’s Nick? Bubbles? Gavotte?
(Actually I rather enjoyed seeing Unity as a Black Ops Milkmaid…)
Nick is probably a checkout scanner, and Bubbles is running Skynet.
Doubt it. Nick said his job sounds awesome on paper.
Nick could be “Materials scanner and values enforcer for a closed-ecosystem mercantile hub” (sometimes colloquially referred to as a ‘checkout scanner’).
Oh, Sweetheart. 🙁
Even this deep in the doldrums, you still look cute.