If I’m being honest, it’s been a long time sonce I’ve waxed our floors. For starters, when you have as many fur babies running around as we do, you learn quickly it’s a fruitless endeavor.
Yup. Cats like to bake. That’s actually a song I came up with son and niece when they were little. We even made tiny chefs hats for the cats. And so it became a running joke in the comic.
If you can’t tell, I’m obsessed with Alice in Wonderland. I get to send the entire cast to Winderland in the upcoming Sophie graphic novels. I will say I’m not a big fan of any of the Wonderland movies. The entire purpose of the book was to defy logic and reason. Then they make it into a movie and apply logic and reason. It doens’t work.
The one Alice spin-off I do adore is American McGee’s Alice video game. It’s as bonkers as the original.
The amount of unidentifiable sticky substances we find on our dogs is disturbing.
The power struggle is real.
The concusion of the great tape fiasco. In reality, Gunnar just waited until I removed the tape.
Obviously you can see that I’m switching to posting the full, uncropped comic. Let me know if you think it’s easier to read.
True story. Except we had to do this with Gunnar. I thought it worked, except when I took the tape off, he went right back to swiping.
This is one of the strips that made me want to turn Dog eat Doug into graphic novels. Even the larger Sunday comics were so constraining. Now I have unlimited room to let Sophie run wild! I’m writing book three right now and the adventurers keep getting bigger and crazier.
It’s not just about bigger and better, but also about truly letting the characters grow an dlearn over the course of the books. Of course Sophie’s personality guided the daily comics, but at the end of the day, you had to do one every single day. Charting a character arc over months was not easy. Now I can map out where Sophie is at the beginning of the book and see where she’ll be at the end. Then it’s just filling the inbetween bits with tons of fun.
We solved this issue by covering the florrs with dog beds. Also, a sectional couch that could fit a pride of lions helps.
We’ve had a coughing contest here the past few days. Just a small dog bug thankfully. Still had to get Luther checked out by the doc. Can’t take any chances with his condition.
I have bins full of notebooks and thankfully not one has ever been shredded. There’s a few gnawed corners here and there but that’s about it. The big key is keeping them out of reach and also a wharehouse full of dog chew toys.
Not all dogs are born to be guard dogs. Sophie flipped that switch after my son was born. We only have one true guard dog now. Weezy is always on duty. Gunnar, I guess, you could consider a guard dog in that he alerts to anything scary by running.
Now I will say our Weezy does a decent job at organizing her stuff. She has toys for downstairs, toys for outside and toys for bed upstairs. I’ve never encountered a dog like her before. I like to think because of her horrible beginnings, she never got to be a puppy. She appreciates every toy she gets. I mean she makes her favorite toys last!
We only have one shnurbler now. Little miss Wezzy can mess up some sheets. Our Gunnar is a pillow pup. He’ll sleep on the hard floor as long as he has a pillow under his head.
I always love drawing monsters in the basement. Although the cats have graduated from the cellar to a secret underground base with hidden elevators and fusion reactors.
I’m fascinated by the topic of cloning wooly mammoths. Obviously the ethic of it are an entire other subject. But the genreral idea is captivating. You completely get Dr. Hammond’s obsession in Jurrasic Park. Of course, when I started follwoing the subject, my first thought was, “this is something cats would do.”
This was a fun comic to draw. I wanted to work in a Cam Haines shoutout and who better to do it than the cats?
Makes me want to write a story line about alien pudding wars.
Some dogs bark from day one. Some dogs take a while rto disocver their bark. Their reactions are priceless! Some don’t think twice. It happens and they move on, barking at everything. Some aren’t sure where it came from.
I’ve had a few foster pups that I thought were mute. Then one day they belt out a woof that knocks them on their tails.
