The plan is to thaw out Pinchot once scientists have found cures for all diseases or when there’s interest in a movie version of “Perfect Strangers.”

We had the first significant snowfall of the winter, so naturally I was inspired to draw a summer scene. Of course, the mention of bacon makes it a cartoon for all seasons.

It’s a myth that dogs love to fetch sticks. The only time I’ve seen a dog chase a stick is when the stick had bacon wrapped around it.

How are we supposed to get ready for some football if Hank Williams Jr. isn’t around to ask us if we’re ready for some football? Screw it. I’ll just watch women’s lacrosse.

This one’s ripped from today’s headlines!

(Yes, I know Lady Gaga wore her meat dress last September, but I’m a little behind on my newspaper headline reading.)

I wonder how many kids decided to become surgeons after playing Operation.

I also wonder how many kids decided to become hippo feeders after playing Hungry Hungry Hippos.

Yes, Rufus was dreaming about Bronson Pinchot. The question is: Was he dreaming about Bronson Pinchot because he has a portrait of Bronson Pinchot on the wall, or does he have a portrait of Bronson Pinchot on the wall because he dreams of Bronson Pinchot?

Don’t you just hate it when your breakfast gets mouthy?

I just realized that this dog might be confused with Rufus. I can assure you it’s not Rufus, who has no identity issues whatsoever. Rufus is certain he’s a retired chicken farmer.

I’m proud to be part of Shoebox’s extended family. Shoebox rocks.