Based on a true story where the smallest, sweetest dog scared me into the house late one night.
Tag Archives: neighbor dogs
Yay, Memorable Dogs!
…okay, see, my first dog (who all the young lady dogs refer to as Grand Funk) looked at an exotic dancer on television ONE TIME. It was adorable of him. I’m sure if The Puppy’s boyfriend is with Grand Funk now they’re totally watching ladies dance. *ahem*
Just…Really.
I swear they put sedatives in vaccines, The Puppy was stoned for the rest of the day. She didn’t even bark at the nosy neighbor dog when she caught it standing in our driveway. Not that she would bark, The Puppy is a Ninja in her own right, you don’t know she’s there until it’s too late for crime. And the nosy neighbor dog’s woman is a total trespasser.
Wake It Up!
Yeah, so I don’t take that pill anymore.
AVISO ESTA.
The Puppy handles being attacked amazingly well. She assumes bagel form until she has a chance to run home. And by chance, I mean when the idiot holding her leash moves as fast as she does to get away from the crazy neighbor dog.
Fear on Four Fluffy Legs!
Just when you thought it was safe go to walkies….
(Marshmallow dog was very well-trained and returned to its people.)
Give a dog a bone…
The time my dog was given a bone by her dog friend.
Nacho Unsolved Mystery
The Puppy gets freaked out by baby humans and also baby puppies. Also the neighbor has a new puppy!
UFO!
I WAS THERE AND I WASN’T SURE WHAT HAPPENED!
Tangled To The Max
Fresh wee-mails are the best.
Max is a sweetheart, he’s crazy about The Puppy and she loves everyone for an adequate amount of time and then she’s done and takes off in her chosen direction, leashes in the way be damned. I didn’t mind being tied to Max at all. We haven’t seen Max or his lady since that night.
“There’s UFOs Over New York And I Ain’t Too Surprised”
You’ll see, she knows what she saw.
To All The Good Smells
The Puppy is running low on boyfriends. Last month the world lost the unique talents of Gizmo the Protector, a furry dude who took his job so seriously he wouldn’t let anyone reach past him to ring the doorbell of his house to alert his family he’d scaled the barbecue again. I had the honor of spending a summer evening with Gizmo, strangely laid back as a guest in my yard. Once he was back with his family he quickly forgot our affair and I assume told me to step back. Gizmo enjoyed digging and wrestling and showing everyone his Cujo impression. He was preceded to the great big yard by his brother Fidget, who was a classy little guy.
The Puppy literally has one boyfriend left on the block.
The Woman’s buttpuffs really do bring all the boys to the yard, OMG.
Curds of Wisdom!
Fidget and Famous were awesome neighbor dogs from two ends of the street, they never tried to eat us and lived long epic lives. All hail Fidget and Famous fureverrrrr!
(Tomorrow’s also eight years since The Woman left us and I’d like to think they had a grand old time sniffing each other as they were all great friends. ENJOY THE CHEESE.)
Even words suck.
When I started doing this comic, I had always planned on ending the year with this kind of strip, but the ending kept changing.
Now, as I’m standing at the end of the year looking back at what happened within my little realm of conciousness, I realize it could’ve been much worse on a lot of levels. I’m not even talking world events here, my extended family alone has had a lot of things happen this year that quite frankly suck.
I’m feeling rather unfunny at the moment, as when I come out from under my rock, reality blinds me. On my main page, I put a link up to the Amazon Red Cross donation page that’s been going around for the tsunami, even the cynical part of me truly hopes it makes a difference. I think we should all take a lesson from South Asia and realize that official emergency preparedness is a joke and tourism boards aren’t always looking out for the safety of others.
