Why I Hate The Neighbor Dogs

Don’t Quit Your Day Job

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Mission Accomplished …now I need a nap

Don’t Quit Your Day Job

This week’s comic has been brought to you by one never-ending sinus infection, two bummed knees, three kickass movers, some cable provider I’ve never heard of, and a mountain of boxes that is just going to have to stay in the dining room a little longer while I go enjoy my weekend elsewhere.

You can teach a young dog new tricks, but you can’t make him stop looking for water

Don’t Quit Your Day Job

I would so like to tell you that we have not, in fact, spent the last week laughing heartily at our tiny friend’s inability to exit such a slippery enclosure with his tiny legs, but… well… it’s his own damned fault that he is incapable of passing up any opportunity to find water.  He’s like a four-legged dowsing rod.

Also, the skitter-skitter-thump-whimper from the other room is really pretty entertaining.

[insert maniacal laughter here]

I win!

With Halloween come and gone and no sign of a sewn wizard costume or jacket, I took my sweet time finding a second set of buttons and getting them sewn onto the doggy sweater.

This week has been a bit of a battle with Jacob, because I brought in my more delicate (read: dead and dying) plants from the porch, and they are currently sitting on the table at the end of the couch, well within reach of a certain water-craving nose.  I feel like I’ve done nothing but yell, “Jake!  No!  Down!” at him for the last several days.

The kalanchoe that was nearly dead a few months ago is still hanging on, but only just barely, and there is really only one shriveled little twig that still has green leaves on it.  More precisely, there was only one…

Last night I left Jacob unsupervised just long enough that I came back in to the living room to find him up on the table, with that little sprig of green leaves next to him, very much detached from its shriveled twig.  After resisting the urge to lock him on the porch overnight, and planting the leaves in the soil (that dog is exceedingly lucky kalanchoes grow from cuttings), I finally got to work on those last two sweater buttons.

Tonight, I had my revenge:

The three buttons at the neck in combination with the cinch on the back appear to have created a proper straight jacket for our crazy little Jake.