Day 9 of the “My Dog Has Fleas” marathon is finally here. That can only mean one thing: it’s time for Odie, Garfield’s annoyingly upbeat buddy. Unlike so many of the other subject dogs, I actually knew who Odie was…or I thought I did.
It’s all about the cat, am I right? I’m just the optimistic boob who mugs for the camera; The Costello to his Abbott.
Cameras don’t stay on forever. Lights go out and everyone goes home. I’ll enjoy the yard then. When no one’s looking, I’ll roll in that dead possum like Donald Trump in a bed of hundreds. They’ll curse while they rid me of the delicious aroma.
I’ll get to the set early tomorrow. First break in the action, I’m sneaking over to the litter box in Garfield’s dressing room for a tasty nugget or two. In the next scene, I’ll take extra pleasure in licking his million dollar face.
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When Odie’s autobiography is published, we’re gonna learn things about that cat. I just know it.
Garfield has a few dead mice in his closet, I’m sure. FYI: that selfie is mesmerizing.
Totally gross and yet delightfully delicious. I’m talking about you. Not the dog.
Everyone knows Odie was TOTALLY the star of that strip. He can do whatever he pleases in my mind.
As long as he doesn’t lick me, that is.
That cat deserves all Odie can dish out. Garfield tried to send poor little Nermal to Abu Dhabi for chrissakes. He’s a monster.
Opie is the slobbiest dog in the cartoons I’ve seen. Best of luck making her your puppet. Gotta run now.