Such Is The Life Of A Tyrant

Whenever a can of tuna is opened in the house, Onyxia becomes conflicted. If she's given a taste, she won't eat it.

If I ignore her (adding the benefit of no tuna-stink in the air) she can get mean.

Just can't win.

It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time (Part 3)

Shortly after we got Brutus, we waited to see if he would find any escapable holes in the new fence. He tends to lead you right to where he plans to escape before he does it.

During a break in the snow in January (and surprisingly warm temperatures) I spent less than an hour cleaning dog shit out of the backyard. After waiting ten minutes and getting angry that I wasn't done yet, Brutus started looking for a way out of the yard, because outside of the fence HAS to be warmer than the backyard. It's simple logic.

He passed by the remaining gate of the old fence a couple times, giving it a look-over to see if it was loose. When he found it wasn't, he circled the perimeter and couldn't find a hole deep enough to slip through. So he came back to the gate, which was his only chance for salvation.

He's since given up hope that he'll ever be free.

Oops

Fought a long battle with a frozen chicken, nearly lost my mind in the process. Totally forgot today was Friday... Will resume regular postings on Monday.

Pretty Accurate

Monday's update was over on Tanked! if you missed the link on Facebook.

It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time (Part 2)

It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time (Part 1)

Animal Compassion

I've already described in a previous comic how I'm pretty sure I'm hypoglycemic but refuse to get tested because

A. I have horrible doctor and hospital phobias and

B. I can keep it pretty well under control so until it kills me, I don't think a medical visit is necessary.

You know how dogs are "supposed" to have this sense about when things are going wrong in the house, or with their owners, who they love so very much? My small pack is the most compassionate group of motherfuckers you'll ever find.

There have been a couple of occasions where I've let the shakiness go on for so long (stubbornness will do that) that I've been reduced to a pathetic vibrating mass crawling across the kitchen floor for a soda in hopes of a quick sugar fix. Below is evidence of how concerned everyone was to my plight, and how they helped me to a speedy recovery:

Their capability for unconditional love is enough to bring a tear to your eye.