Am house-sitting for a sweet and super-soft cat, and a geriatric dog. Keeping me busy between drawing.
Cedra will join me later this week, which means I’ve been drawing all day, and on until “midnight” when I can no longer focus. Pushing to get some solid “full days” in while I have nothing better to do. And when I can’t leave the house for more than a half hour with the dog in the age he’s in (the adorable little thing).
Happy Monday.
If someone that was friendly, in such a deadpan, I’d be 100% positive they were screwing with me. Or maybe I just read all Hwan’s dialog in a deadpan.
“So, now that we’re brothers… Got any coca leaves on you?”
So many death flags…..
Chuck. “Hey, he just hit you – and hitting is wrong, right?”
I suspect I know what Hwan’s issue is. He’s the result of somebody IRL putting themselves through the kind of martial arts training from hell fictional heroes are supposed to have.
Which is the kind of thing that’ll work for a while until the injuries and stresses add up and you end up dependent on painkillers at 30.
But he’s only 28, so he’s cool, right?
I am 29 and have problems with my disks and i am just a normal (trans)girl, hired muscle on drugs can give out way earlyer.
Interesting. Hwan could be a little like the “champion of justice” from the gem Fish story. If so, he at least might enjoy putting his skills to some use on a galactic scale (while he still has some tendons left).
Dogs are a reminder to ourselves that we, too, will age and become incontinent and dependent, in time. We get to see our dogs as puppies, awkward teens, adults, then creaky and finally, geriatric. We owe dogs a great thanks for preparing us for the end and how to accept it.
I went back to original spacetrawler – the comments, at least on the first strip, are spammy crap. Worth locking it down, or otherwise defending it?
But HOW did the dog wear the pants? Two legs or four legs?
HA! I knew someone would bring that up!
Hi Frank! welcome back! 🙂