HEY! You jerks!

Apparently I was experiencing some deadline pressure with today's JOHNSON FOLLIES, as very little happens in eight spare blank empty meaningless panels. It's like a cross between Funky Winkerbean and Beckett's The Nameless--but with an angry dog impaled on a wooden fence.

So there's that at least.

Hunched around the table, scarfing Alphabits and Quisp cereals as part of a nutritious breakfast, the brothers deliberate over the knotty, Adamic issue of naming their dog something other than the obvious (Snoopy). However, in the next panel, we experience a rip in time. And, no, this isn't Dr fucking Who.

From shoveling in cereal (with the bones of past pets?), the three brothers suddenly materialize out in the yard--but Greg acts as if the question has just been asked! Damnit, in this comic the rules of thermodynamics will be OBEYED!!!

Or not. Whatevs.

Thankfully, Snoopy is around to keep things angry and bitter.

But the brothers are right to ignore him. I mean, what the hell do we call this thing? A number of names come to mind unwillingly:

• Fluffy McDerivative
• Snoopy Two Electric Boogaloo
• Hohummy
• Ulysses S Grant
• Poochie
• Joe Uncool
• Marmadooky

Any other suggestions?

The best name will win--and by win I mean we'll go back in time to the year 1978 and tell the young Greg what to call his stupid cartoon dog. He might very well be startled and/or terrified to death, but who cares what that punk thinks?! Let's do this, people!!!