Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

PEGGY, HOW COULD YOU?
FLEA DIP, TARTAR SCRAPE, WORM SHOT?
DO NOT BOTHER BUYING A ROUND-TRIP TICKET.
AND IT'S TWO MILES AWAY.
SHE'S ONLY A DOG.
HUH.
YEAH.
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.
GETTING TIRED?
AH, FORGET IT.
YOU GOT YOURSELF THERE, BUCK.
YOU LEARNED MUSTACHES, MAILMAN SUITS AND OTHER DISGUISES.
WELL, I KNOW. IT'S JUST...
BUT THOSE ARE DOG HORMONE BISCUITS
I'D SAY SHE'S GOT ABOUT FIVE MINUTES.
EXCEPT THE DEAF ONE.
SO, DOCTOR, IS SHE GOING TO BE A MOMMY?
OF COURSE NOT. WHY WOULD I?
UH... WELL, ME
ON ACCOUNT OF YOUR DADDY'S NARROW DOO-HICKEY.
IT'S CALLED THE TELLINGTON TOUCH.
I DON'T KNOW. THE HANDLE COULD BREAK OFF.