Another semi-true story. In the process of moving to Texas I looked at about 30 houses in two months time. My real estate agent was ready to tell me to take a hike before we finally found the right house. To add pressure I was looking at houses and rating them in Texas while my wife was in New York and she’s the one who knows more about what is good or not in a house. I just looked for obvious things like was it about to fall over, in a good neighborhood, obvious leaks, and so on. One night on the phone going over the day’s house visits I could not think of the material that was used to make counter tops and wound up with a cartoon idea.
And no, I don’t expect the Keane family will be contacting me anytime soon to assist with art duties. They’re better off with the young kids filling in.
I have to imagine there was a time long before Target, Wal-Mart, Lowe’s, Home Depot and all of these mega-retailer stores that if you wanted something like grass seed, you walked into the local store and there were two choices; a 20 lb. bag and a 50 lb. bag. Make your selection and go home. And it probably worked fine for covering up those bares spots on the lawn where your dog keeps peeing and killing the grass. My lawn has more yellow spots than a salamander. When we go to one of the previously mentioned mega-retailer stores they have more grass seed choices than I can stand. They don’t, however, have the one kind of grass seed I would buy without hesitation.
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.
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.
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.