When I was in High School, I had a rat that trained my father the same way! (Dad takes Charley the rat out of cage. Rat runs around. Dad falls asleep. Rat gets tired, hungry, thirsty, whatever. Charley climbs atop sofa back, jumps onto Dad’s belly. Dad awakens, puts Charley back in cage.)
When I first saw it, I thought it was a swim mask. Something left on from a drunken romp or an attempt at keeping the Dietzmister from licking her face to wake her.
M gets stabbed in the head, has a giant demon and a temporal anomaly washing machine pass thru her into oblivion, survives it all, only to get a heart attack from her hungry dog. Sheesh!
Well, at least he showed a little restraint. Jerry would have put the horn right into Tom’s ear, literally driving the eardrum (in the shape of a snare drum) out the other ear.
I think your Cooncat has gotten together with my 10 lb grey&white cat to pick the right time to catch us off guard. There’s nothing quite like a overly affectionate, overgrown “kitten”, in need of a manicure, treading all over you (in spots that really ought not to be treaded on) at 3:00AM. I’d rather the air-horn.
So, when ARE we going to find out that Dietzel is really some paranormal entity himself? I’m having a hard time accepting that he could really just be an inexplicably intelligent dog.
Unless he starts speaking with a goofy speech impediment and not one other character in the entire comic thinks anything out of the ordinary. THEN I’ll accept that he’s an 80’s-cartoon-talking-sidekick-dog.
Personally, I would like it if Dietzel was one of few non-paranormal things in this strip. I think the Wapsiverse would get stale if everything in had some paranormal connection.
Think about it. From the point of view of any other living thing, we’re gorram gods who forge their everyday objects from mystical materials that only exists deep underground. We ride in the bellies of roaring, shining, shuddering beasts that aren’t born but are created, and which glide across the ground with impossible speed. We shape trees into caves, we shape rocks into claws and fangs, we communicate in the most bizarre ways…
Considering that Amanda, who has no experience dealing with the paranormal, does not see Dietzel (or her own cat who has similar mannerisms) as odd, says it’s not.
In fact, considering how Dietzel, Oscar, and Amanda’s cat act rather similar (Dietzel to a more human-like extreme, granted) it just seems animals in the Wapsi-verse have a slightly more ‘human’ manner to them than animals in our-verse.
I once met a cat that had six digits on her front paws. One on each paw could act much like an opposable thumb. I was both kinda creeped out and delighted to discover that she could pick up and THROW a ping pong ball at you to get your attention. Too bad my buddy didn’t have a video camera as I think some footge of that would have been a hit on youtube or something.
Bet she doesn’t forget to feed him on time again though. Still, if the dog is that smart and dexterous, why can’t he just get his own food? I’ll bet he could even work an electric can opener.
I like how the idea light bulb comes from his tail.
Actually, I think Dietzel is wagging his tail because he’s already enjoying the thought of what he is going to do. It’s almost like Muttley’s (a dog in Hanna-Barbera cartoons) snicker. Getting the food himself would be a lot less fun. 🙂
Of course, Dietzel managed to open the door to let visitors into Monica’s house, but didn’t let himself out, either.
It’s things like this — hyper intelligent dogs who can grasp air horns — that really make it hard for me to suspend my disbelief when reading this comic. (wink)
Dietzel is a great character for comic relief. I’ll be interested to see if anything comes of him in a significant way as the comic develops; Snoopy was no more than a dog at first…
And on the w00t front, my Wapsi Volume 4 arrived yesterday.
Awww, c’mon dude. Garfield isn’t that bad IF you read it under the specific mindframe that the strip is not about a fat orange cat, but rather it is a case study on the psychosis of one Jon Arbuckle.
I hear ya, funny comics that aren’t even remotely funny bug me. Kinda like the way they find the souless manniquins who host those funniest home video shows. Yeah, I know that they are real people but they all act like they sold their soul to get there only to find that they hate it and can’t escape. What’s supposed to be a funny joke come across as “kill me now, somebody…anybody?” Pretty much what I was thinking anytime I attempted to read Garfield. I’ve always wanted to feed him to Marmaduke but have been afraid that he would die of cholesterol poisoning or something.
Heh…that looks like the way I was treated by my parents when I was a teenager. I never got the ‘airhorn alarm’, but I did have the ‘big metal pot beaten by a big metal spoon over your head alarm’.
Sometimes I relate so very well to poor Monica. 🙂 That said, I’d never be able to murder Dietzel for the rude awakening…but that’s probably just because I had the aforementioned conditioning…and because I love dogs more than I love most people…
Monica should be glad that Dietzel didn’t grab Tina in the middle of the night and hook a giant siren or something like that to her while she was shut down. 😀 Just seeing Tina that cheery so early in the morning would be bad enough. Of course, Tina probably gets going earlier than Monica, anyway.
Actually, the air horn was superfluous. If you are sleeping, just having a dog start barking like crazy right into your ear is bad enough. For example, it might decide that it needs to alert you to the fact that a bread machine that you just bought and set up suddenly started kneading dough in the middle of the night and it dare not let you sleep until you investigate the source of the strange noises.
Well, you might not want to be reminded of it, but this was pretty dog-like, actually, and to some extent this was, too, but I have to admit this wasn’t. That last one was just freaky!
A half siamese with a really “whiney” meow “digging” on a door that rattles against the door frame is not really conducive to sleep either. . .I feed mine right before I go to bed.
Years ago, my part-Siamese used to stick her cold wet nose into my ear and purr at full throttle! If that didn’t work, she’s start patting my face with her little rock hard toes AND if I covered up my face, she’s set herself down FIRMLY on her butt, reach forward, garb paw-fuls of blanket or sheet and haul the covers off of me . Siamese are very determined cats. And yes, they whine.
Now mine, a full Siamese, was quiet, even discrete. She would crawl under the covers, work her way down to my feet, and start to wash my feet with a tongue that was the equivalent of 50-grit sandpaper – while, note well, holding on firmly with both paws, the claws set just enough that if I jerked or kicked, I would draw blood. The only loud noises were my screams …
The great thing about dogs is how unbelievably happy they are when you wake up, responding to their respectful little nudge. They are beside themselves with joy. A person poking you awake would just complain about how much you sleep, or some such.
Dietz’ might not have enough dexterity to use a can opener. Pushing buttons, grasping big aerosol cans, opening certain doorknobs, that’s one thing. maintaining all the proper tensions for even a standard Swing-Away opener, different set of muscles.
I’m reminded of the cartoon by Gary Larson that showed a dog sitting behind Leonardo DaVinci (I think), and the caption read “Where’s my supper? One of the “great masters”, hah!” or some such…
Fairportfan, I would never touch any alcoholic beverages. I made my comment based on seeing my dad suffer from hang-overs before he decided to give up drinking.
Little boy blue, go blow your horn
the sheeps in the meadow, the cows in the corn
It doesn’t matter that Monica’s sleeping like a log
She’s gonna kick your ass, you suicidal dog!
Another might be:
Little dog Dietzel, go blow your horn
the sheeps in the meadow, the cows in the corn
Monica screams, as she rouses from sleep
DIETZEL, YOU MEAN-ASS SON OF A *BLEEP*!
Personally, I like:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Dietzel you woke me up,
You $*%&(@%@&^&^)# @#^$%&(^()# $@%@$#@#^*)^% *#%*(*@&#%&* @^$&$%)^(($^@%^@ &$#^%@@&^@#!!
He could have just put a spider in her eye socket. That would have done the trick.
Bad dog! BAAD dog! You know the pizza girls phone number!
Pizza isn’t open that early. ;3
Given their … relationship … i’m sure he knows he home or cell number.
Grounds for dogicide, if you ask me.
YEARRRRRGHHHHH
I now consider myself lucky that I just have a ferret who jumps on my chest from the back of the sofa when I fall asleep on it.
When I was in High School, I had a rat that trained my father the same way! (Dad takes Charley the rat out of cage. Rat runs around. Dad falls asleep. Rat gets tired, hungry, thirsty, whatever. Charley climbs atop sofa back, jumps onto Dad’s belly. Dad awakens, puts Charley back in cage.)
Where is Pizza Girl when you need her?
Uh… Did she break something on her face? Otherwise, that is a really awkwardly shaped eye pillow.
Oh wait, Dietzel put the bowel on her head!
I do hope that “bowel” was a typo 🙂
That may or may not be an actual misspelling. Some dogs (or cats) WILL sit on the face of a sleeping human, ya’ know…
When I first saw it, I thought it was a swim mask. Something left on from a drunken romp or an attempt at keeping the Dietzmister from licking her face to wake her.
M gets stabbed in the head, has a giant demon and a temporal anomaly washing machine pass thru her into oblivion, survives it all, only to get a heart attack from her hungry dog. Sheesh!
Air horns are awesome ! Well , except when you’re woken from a deep sleep by one . . .
That is one way to let Monica know that it is time for breakfast. It looks like somebody like reading Garfield.
or watched a couple of Tom and Jerry cartoons………
Well, at least he showed a little restraint. Jerry would have put the horn right into Tom’s ear, literally driving the eardrum (in the shape of a snare drum) out the other ear.
should see how big a dent a twenty five pound maine coon cat can do bombing off the top of the headboard at three am
I think your Cooncat has gotten together with my 10 lb grey&white cat to pick the right time to catch us off guard. There’s nothing quite like a overly affectionate, overgrown “kitten”, in need of a manicure, treading all over you (in spots that really ought not to be treaded on) at 3:00AM. I’d rather the air-horn.
Yes air horns are indeed awesome. Just as long as you don’t have a hang-over from to much drinking on the previous night.
Excuse me – do you have personal experience of that?
Tsk tsk.
And the drinking age twenty-one, too.
Not in Germany, it ain’t. ‘Round here, it’s 16 for beer and wine, 18 for hard liquors.
That explains WW2.
BAHAHAHAHAAAA! I can’t believe you said that!
“And on today’s show, we’ll be teaching you how to cook Dietzel in a doggy dish”
Paul, please be sure to tell us when Dietzels funeral will be. I’m sure we’ll all want to be there to mourn his untimely murder.
So, when ARE we going to find out that Dietzel is really some paranormal entity himself? I’m having a hard time accepting that he could really just be an inexplicably intelligent dog.
Unless he starts speaking with a goofy speech impediment and not one other character in the entire comic thinks anything out of the ordinary. THEN I’ll accept that he’s an 80’s-cartoon-talking-sidekick-dog.
Personally, I would like it if Dietzel was one of few non-paranormal things in this strip. I think the Wapsiverse would get stale if everything in had some paranormal connection.
Arguably humans are paranormal.
Think about it. From the point of view of any other living thing, we’re gorram gods who forge their everyday objects from mystical materials that only exists deep underground. We ride in the bellies of roaring, shining, shuddering beasts that aren’t born but are created, and which glide across the ground with impossible speed. We shape trees into caves, we shape rocks into claws and fangs, we communicate in the most bizarre ways…
~D.
@D. Walker, where can I find some more of your writing? 😀
Not just claws and fangs, we also shape rocks into premium countertops…
I guess we are like gods to other animals. Unfortunately some of them are not averse to eating their one of their gods from time to time.
Considering that Amanda, who has no experience dealing with the paranormal, does not see Dietzel (or her own cat who has similar mannerisms) as odd, says it’s not.
In fact, considering how Dietzel, Oscar, and Amanda’s cat act rather similar (Dietzel to a more human-like extreme, granted) it just seems animals in the Wapsi-verse have a slightly more ‘human’ manner to them than animals in our-verse.
Dietzel has THUMBS! 😀
0.o No doubt. Weird dog, indeed.
I once met a cat that had six digits on her front paws. One on each paw could act much like an opposable thumb. I was both kinda creeped out and delighted to discover that she could pick up and THROW a ping pong ball at you to get your attention. Too bad my buddy didn’t have a video camera as I think some footge of that would have been a hit on youtube or something.
I’m tell’n ya, Dietzle is too smart for his own good…
Yep. Monica may be about to prove it.
Woman, you better poit me some kibble!
If Miss Kitty tried that, one of the grandbabies would shortly have lovely fur bedroom shoes.
Bet she doesn’t forget to feed him on time again though. Still, if the dog is that smart and dexterous, why can’t he just get his own food? I’ll bet he could even work an electric can opener.
I like how the idea light bulb comes from his tail.
Actually, I think Dietzel is wagging his tail because he’s already enjoying the thought of what he is going to do. It’s almost like Muttley’s (a dog in Hanna-Barbera cartoons) snicker. Getting the food himself would be a lot less fun. 🙂
Of course, Dietzel managed to open the door to let visitors into Monica’s house, but didn’t let himself out, either.
I used to say “No good comes from having a talking dog.”
Son of Sam, Scrappy-Doo for example.
I do like Dukey from Johnny Test.
Dietzl should be able to get his own food.
And coffee.
It’s things like this — hyper intelligent dogs who can grasp air horns — that really make it hard for me to suspend my disbelief when reading this comic. (wink)
Dietzel! I’ve missed him 🙂
Dietzel is a great character for comic relief. I’ll be interested to see if anything comes of him in a significant way as the comic develops; Snoopy was no more than a dog at first…
And on the w00t front, my Wapsi Volume 4 arrived yesterday.
*chomp snarf gobble snarf yum* Aaahhh… 🙂
I think I saw this gag in Garfield this week. Has he been reading Garfield?
I wouldn’t read Garfield even if it meant world peace.
Whoa, dude…
I agree. Garfield used to be funny. Now, it’s just endlessly repititious. Has been for some time.
But would you read it for Whirled Peas?
Aw, Bloodyboots… Give peas a chance! 😉
Awww, c’mon dude. Garfield isn’t that bad IF you read it under the specific mindframe that the strip is not about a fat orange cat, but rather it is a case study on the psychosis of one Jon Arbuckle.
I hear ya, funny comics that aren’t even remotely funny bug me. Kinda like the way they find the souless manniquins who host those funniest home video shows. Yeah, I know that they are real people but they all act like they sold their soul to get there only to find that they hate it and can’t escape. What’s supposed to be a funny joke come across as “kill me now, somebody…anybody?” Pretty much what I was thinking anytime I attempted to read Garfield. I’ve always wanted to feed him to Marmaduke but have been afraid that he would die of cholesterol poisoning or something.
Heh…that looks like the way I was treated by my parents when I was a teenager. I never got the ‘airhorn alarm’, but I did have the ‘big metal pot beaten by a big metal spoon over your head alarm’.
Sometimes I relate so very well to poor Monica. 🙂 That said, I’d never be able to murder Dietzel for the rude awakening…but that’s probably just because I had the aforementioned conditioning…and because I love dogs more than I love most people…
Monica should be glad that Dietzel didn’t grab Tina in the middle of the night and hook a giant siren or something like that to her while she was shut down. 😀 Just seeing Tina that cheery so early in the morning would be bad enough. Of course, Tina probably gets going earlier than Monica, anyway.
Actually, the air horn was superfluous. If you are sleeping, just having a dog start barking like crazy right into your ear is bad enough. For example, it might decide that it needs to alert you to the fact that a bread machine that you just bought and set up suddenly started kneading dough in the middle of the night and it dare not let you sleep until you investigate the source of the strange noises.
Has Dietzel ever stooped to something as dog-like as barking?
Well, you might not want to be reminded of it, but this was pretty dog-like, actually, and to some extent this was, too, but I have to admit this wasn’t. That last one was just freaky!
-He’s just sending pee-mail for other dogs.
-Dogs don’t have lips so they improvise
-Never, ever tell anyone your phobias.
Good dog!
Good, good dog!
I agree! He didn’t bark! How well-trained he is.
A half siamese with a really “whiney” meow “digging” on a door that rattles against the door frame is not really conducive to sleep either. . .I feed mine right before I go to bed.
Years ago, my part-Siamese used to stick her cold wet nose into my ear and purr at full throttle! If that didn’t work, she’s start patting my face with her little rock hard toes AND if I covered up my face, she’s set herself down FIRMLY on her butt, reach forward, garb paw-fuls of blanket or sheet and haul the covers off of me . Siamese are very determined cats. And yes, they whine.
Now mine, a full Siamese, was quiet, even discrete. She would crawl under the covers, work her way down to my feet, and start to wash my feet with a tongue that was the equivalent of 50-grit sandpaper – while, note well, holding on firmly with both paws, the claws set just enough that if I jerked or kicked, I would draw blood. The only loud noises were my screams …
Don’t you hate people that ‘horn-in’ when you’re trying to sleep?
I like the poking…most dogs just nudge with their cold, wet schnozzes, bless their furry little hearts.
The great thing about dogs is how unbelievably happy they are when you wake up, responding to their respectful little nudge. They are beside themselves with joy. A person poking you awake would just complain about how much you sleep, or some such.
Dietz’ might not have enough dexterity to use a can opener. Pushing buttons, grasping big aerosol cans, opening certain doorknobs, that’s one thing. maintaining all the proper tensions for even a standard Swing-Away opener, different set of muscles.
Mon should be glad she doesn’t have a cat. The vast size difference is the only thing keeping your cat from eating you.
That said, I love cats. For that very reason.
Oh, I don’t know. Some can develope a deep and abiding fondness for certain people, such as Christain,
I think Dietz was trying a subtle approach that Monica was sleeping too much.
Kate reminded me that Robert A Heinlein said:
He wrote much wisdom from the mouth of Lazarus Long!
I’m reminded of the cartoon by Gary Larson that showed a dog sitting behind Leonardo DaVinci (I think), and the caption read “Where’s my supper? One of the “great masters”, hah!” or some such…
Fairportfan, I would never touch any alcoholic beverages. I made my comment based on seeing my dad suffer from hang-overs before he decided to give up drinking.
I love Deitzel any comic that centers on him is a good thing
He should have a spinoff comic.
Little boy blue, go blow your horn
the sheeps in the meadow, the cows in the corn
It doesn’t matter that Monica’s sleeping like a log
She’s gonna kick your ass, you suicidal dog!
Bra?!?! XD
Another might be:
Little dog Dietzel, go blow your horn
the sheeps in the meadow, the cows in the corn
Monica screams, as she rouses from sleep
DIETZEL, YOU MEAN-ASS SON OF A *BLEEP*!
Personally, I like:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Dietzel you woke me up,
You $*%&(@%@&^&^)# @#^$%&(^()# $@%@$#@#^*)^% *#%*(*@&#%&* @^$&$%)^(($^@%^@ &$#^%@@&^@#!!
I actually wake up faster to the sound of my cat gagging about throw up a hairball on top of me in bed.
But, I’m different that way.