Is it just my dogs or do all dogs have selective hearing? You can all their names all day and they’re no where to be found. Open a refrigerator or microwave door and I’m suddenly surrounded like I’m in a kennel. Or if I say the words “chicken fat” they suddenly get a twinkle in their eye like I’m their new best friend.
It’s just SO easy to sit down with a box of cookies, a bag of chips or pint of ice cream, power it down and THEN looking at the serving suggestion. Too late.
On a side note, I must have been running a bit too close to deadline with this one. What is that odd, nebulous white space off to the right? It’s like the end of the comic strip universe just drops off over there or something. Weird.
We have four dogs and none of them is exactly discreet about where they do their business in the yard. At one we had point two pugs and for some unknown reason they always went along the perimeter of the yard, so stepping in a “present” was a rare feat. Now it’s like dodging your way through a minefield. Anyway, this is about the only good thing I can say about the snowbanks that still line my driveway.
The winter of 2011 started off pretty mild, prompting this strip. Thumbing your nose at Mother Nature seldom pays off and we wound up paying for it with a brutal February and March. You may notice the small dog being held up with a sling and we did indeed have a partially paralyzed dog who could only get around by having someone else hold up his back end. A long story for another day.
For those outside of the greater Glens Falls, NY region, the Post-Star is the local daily newspaper. My comic strip runs in The Chronicle one of the local weekly newspapers, so they’re competitors for local ads. Anyway, this is a true story and I thought it was funny at the time. Although I debated posting it on the website, it is the last un-posted strip from 2012, so here it is, rounding out the year.
This was the very first Dogma sub-strip to appear, and it was indeed inspired by this very thing. Our Shepherd could not walk past a stain on the asphalt road without stopping to smell what it was. If we noticed before she did, unlikely as that may be, we would try to keep her away; god only knows what it was. Anyway, it wound being a whole new creative outlet. I actually hate the artwork in this particular strip. It didn’t turn out anything like I saw it in my head.