Is this the heaven for border collies? Herding cows and squirrels? Do cows get rewarded for being your burger by still needing to be herded? What about squirrels, I would think heaven for squirrels involves a lot of nuts. I guess technically that’s what’s happened.
Shoutout to my bestie’s German Shepherd Krikkit, who better be running free in the sun with her kids and sleeping on all the pillows.
Shoutout to that squirrel who was already long gone before I got to that parking spot otherwise I’d probably have tried (and failed) to save him, too! 🤜🤛
Heeeey ladies!
While we’re on vacation, let’s check in on The Slinky One, m’Man, and the good sir who was only referenced in one other comic and he died already WHAT IS THIS YEAR. I did tell him to look for my Slinky son and m’Man, and if nothing is really over and just over there, then I hope they’re all getting along and not hissing at each other.
(tl;dr The Fluffy One is OKAY.)
A few days, that’s all. When I drew this I wasn’t sure if I’d be taking all of July off to just…I don’t know. Nothing I’ve got planned! I can tell you that much. The comic is back on 7/8 and you’ll be in some very good paws.
Bribery is always welcome at: https://ko-fi.com/LyndaN
To be accurate, it’s the season that it seems normal for me to be walking around in a tank top and sitting under trees. I mean, I was sitting out there with my furry children in February.
It’s going well. Really. I mean, they’re all still alive. Well, you know what I mean.
Hey, the birds don’t mind me talking to them.
The only explanation I have for this is The Puppy sees things we don’t and adds Ls to most of her words. Also of course he would be singing with everyone.
Here is a bonus panel from when he and m’Man met Tardar Sauce, aka Grumpy Cat:
Hey, you never know.
I just draw them as they happen.
DUN DUN DUN!
I have to admit one month later, I can’t find the bright side of losing my Slinky Son, but I started this year listening to Eric Idle’s audiobook Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life: A Sortabiography. I credit the Pythons for keeping me alive until black cats came into my life, and for the first week of 2019, one spent some time in my ears on those cold mornings when I was horribly aware of what was coming. Did I do my Slinky son justice? Only here in the comic. Would this be what he’d do? Obviously I think this is what he’d do. He was always singing, and sang this more than once over the years. Hell, I want this song played at my funeral.
Hey, he wrote it, on our walks.
