And we’re back! This has been a crazy season when it comes to catching colds, passing them back and forth, and general feeling blah. But webcomics won’t update themselves, and so here we are!
I’ve had the idea for a comic like this for a long time, ever since I saw a New Yorker (or was it a Playboy) cartoon of a tiny toy dog looking in a mirror, and seeing a great dane. Our dog is the same—she thinks she’s a 65 pound lap dog, who wants nothing more than to snuggle with comfortable pillows and blankets, but when someone walks to the door that she doesn’t know, she’s all business and clearly fancies herself the fiercest security force on the planet. Meanwhile, our cat just quietly mews in that perturbed long-suffering tone that says “get off it, the mailman is walking off in just a moment, go back to sleep…”
