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.
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.
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.
As if it is not aggravating enough to be woken up early by a dog, doesn’t it make you absolutely insane when you’ve been up for hours, long before you wanted to be, and you look over to find your dog sleeping the day away? You know they don’t care if you’re tired.
This might be the truest comic strip I have ever written.