Snoop, our resident fat, black, furry god of pleasure crawled onto the drawing board this morning to make sure the excitement of publishing a book wasn’t making me forget
my his priorities. He head butted me until I drew something to adequately honor his presence.
So as tax season approaches, my day job is getting to that swamped phase, and a new weekly toon seemed like better therapy than plucking grey hairs. Hope you enjoy it…
T2 has been trying to wage a war on showers over the summer. I’m guessing it’s either a soap allergy or he’s begun naming each of his germs.