“Yeah, I kind of opened a portal to another dimension. Sorry.”
Tag humor
Nap? No.
Iggy finds his calling.
“Hey Karen?”
Yes, Iggy?
“I’ve been thinking.”
Have you now.
“Yes, and I’ve made a decision.”
What have you decided?
“I’ve decided that I’d like to be a service dog.”
Really?
“Yes. I’d be a great service dog.”
Well, a service dog is a very nice thing to be. I’ll find out what kind of training you have to get.
“I’ll need a poodle.”
What?
“To practice with.”
Practice what?
“Servicing.”
Yeah, no.
“Damn!”
New Year, new… well, not much, actually.
“HEY KAREN!!! HEY KAREN!!! HEY KAREN!!! HEY KAREN!!!“
Hi Iggy.
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!“
Thank you.
“HOW’S YOUR HEAD?!!!“
Fine.
“YOU SURE?!!!!“
Yes, Iggy, I’m sure. I didn’t drink last night, so I’m not hung over today.
“Oh.”
Happy New Year to you too.
“Whatever.”
Holiday greetings.
Okay, let’s — ow!
“Cut it out!”
I just need —
“Forget it.”
Just —
“NO.”
OW.
“Whoops.”
Oh, great, I’m bleeding.
“Oh well.”
Want a bone?
“You’re kidding, right?”
Well —
“How stupid do you think I am?
Given how counterproductive your actions are right now, I’d say —
“I DON’T CARE!”
Aw–
“Stop it stop it stop it stop it–”
Iggy!
“–stop it stop it stop it–”
Iggy, come on!
“–stop it stop it stop it stop it–”
IGGY!
“–stop it stop it stop it stop it–”
YOU’RE ADOPTED!
”–stop– wait, what?”
PERFECT!
“Oh, you meant from the rescue! I knew that! Wait, did you just –”
All done!
“Dammit! You know, you really put the Christ in ‘Christ, you’re such a–‘”
Thank you, Iggy, that’s enough.
Merry Christmas from the cats, Brian, me, and Iggy whether he likes it or not.
Welcome home.
Iggy needs explanations.
“Oooh! Look! A tree! Oh boy oh boy oh boy!”
Yes, Iggy, it’s a Christmas tree.
“Oh boy oh boy oh boy!”
Calm down, Iggy.
“Oh boy oh boy oh boy! A tree for Christmas!”
Yes. I just said that.
“Thank you thank you thank you!”
Well, it’s for all of us, but you’re wel—
“I love the tree a lot! Happy Iggy! Happy Iggy!”
I’m glad.
“I hated peeing outside!”
What? Oh, no, that’s not what it’s for.
”But it’s a tree! That’s what all trees are for! Oh boy oh boy oh boy! Happy Iggy!”
It’s a decoration – hey! Put your leg down!
“What!”
You still have to pee outside.
“Not fair!”
Very fair, Iggy.
“The cats don’t pee outside! They don’t do anything outside! They go wherever they want in the house!”
No, they don’t go wherever they want in the house. They use litter.
“Oh yeah? Where?”
In the hall and downstairs bathrooms.
“Nuh-uh. They do not.”
Yes they do, Iggy.
“There’s no litter in those bathrooms. There’s just the buffets.”
The what?
“The buffets. In the plastic boxes. Nice of you to put those out, by the way.”
Brian!
What?
How often do you clean the litter boxes?
I don’t. I thought you did.
But there’s never anything in them!
“Speaking of which, hungry Iggy. Be right back.”
Get back here, Iggy!
“What!”
That’s not food!
“Yes it is!”
Iggy, trust me, it’s not—
“The cats said so!”
What?
“They said so when I first got here! I was like, ‘hey cats, what’s up,’ and they were like, ‘eat shit, Schnauzer,’ so I–”
Oh, no.
“Yeah. That was back before they started hating me.”
Iggy?
“What?”
Those buffet boxes are the litter. Don’t eat from there again.
“They pee there?”
Yes.
“Can I pee there?”
No.
“You suck.”
You think I suck now? That’s nothing. Here, hold still while I put this on you.
“What the — HEY!”
Yep, now I suck. Hold still.
“I should pee everywhere for this.” 
Brr.
Aw, look at widdle Iggy!
“Zzzz–hmmph… huh?”
Who’s my toasty Iggy? You are! Yes you are! You’re my toasty Iggy!
“What?”
My toasty puppy!
“Seriously?”
Was my widdle Iggy puppy chilly?
“Well, actually–”
Uh oh. Who got a chilly widdle nose?
“What?”
Iggy got a chilly widdle nose!
“What are you–”
Is my chilly widdle Iggy cozy?
“Karen–”
Awww! Look at my cozy widdle Iggy puppy!
“WOULD YOU SHUT UP AND FIX THE DAMNED HEAT PUMP!”
Suck it up. That’s what you get for stealing my blanket. Widdle chilly Iggy puppy!
“Cut it out!”
The repair guy will be here this afternoon–
“Good.”
–widdle floofy-face!
“Ugh.”
A very Iggy Thanksgiving.
“What’s with all that food you put out that I can’t have?”
It’s Thanksgiving.
“Wasn’t it Thanksgiving last year?”
It’s every year.
“Why?”
So people can take a day to step back and think about all the things they’re thankful for.
“Oh. Like what?”
Well, I’m thankful for you. I’m very happy that we found you at the rescue and were able to bring you home to live with us.
“That’s nice.”
What are you thankful for?
“Ohhhhh, I dunno. There’s just so much! But I think I’d have to say I’m most thankful for my balls. Oh, WAIT.”
Iggy, we explained that.
“Oh, you EXPLAINED. Well, that’s okay, then.”
Iggy —
“I’M THANKFUL YOU EXPLAINED THE WHOLE SNIPPING-MY-BALLS THING!”
Aside from that.
“NOTHING! Oh, hang on — I’m thankful I have easy access to tasty acorns.”
What?
“Nature’s chew toys. And they’re snacks!”
Iggy, what did I tell you about eating acorns? You know they make you sick!
“Sorry. Forgot. Um… uh oh.”
What, Iggy?
“Um… urp…”
You ate acorns, didn’t you?
“Urp. BLLUUUUURRGH.”
Oh, yuck.
“I guess you’re not thankful for a clean carpet anymore, huh. Sorry about that–”
It’s okay, Iggy–
“–just like you’re sorry ABOUT MY BALLS!”
Iggy–
“Go away, I’m sick.”
Ugh. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.
Um… Iggy?
“What?”
Karen?
I know, Brian. Look, Iggy, it’s nice that you’re sitting on command —
“Yes! Yes, I am! What’s the problem now?”
Well, it’s just that —
“Hang on. I’m itchy.”
Yikes.
“Okay. What’s the problem? You said sit, I sat. I’m still sitting.”
Well, yes, Iggy, you certainly are. We’re happy with what you’re doing–
“Good.”
What?
We’re pleased, Brian. Iggy, we’re pleased. It’s just that where you’re sitting is–
“Oh, now you wanna pick where I sit? You know what? NO. I eat where you tell me to. I sleep where you tell me to. I pee and poop where you tell me to. Well, I’ve had enough. I’m done. I’m putting my paw down–”
Oh shit, Karen, don’t piss him off.
Brian, he has to learn to — oh.
Okay Iggy, don’t move.
“I’ll move whenever I damn well– ooh, squishy. HEY!”
“Brian’s no fun. Can’t we just leave him out in the yard?”
No.
“We can put food out for him, and–”
NO.
“Hmmph. No fun at all.”
Just be glad I’m not standing on YOUR balls, Iggy.
Brian, don’t mention–
Not that I could if I wanted to, since you’ve been snipped.
“What do you mean ‘snipped’?”
Oh, no.
You know. Fixed.
“What?”
Oooh Iggy, look at the toy!
“Karen, what’s he talking about? Snipping my balls?”
Nothing, Iggy. Hey, I think one of the cats is near your bowl. Why don’t you go tell her–
“WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BALLS?!”
Yeah, readers, I think we need to go offline.
“YES, READERS, I THINK WE DAMN WELL DO.”
What’d I say?
The Iggy Dialogues 