If you’re reading this, then I have totally failed to reach my self-imposed deadline of creating a new post for Monday.
If you’re reading this, then I’m really, really, super-duper sorry.
If you’re reading this, I’m begging you not to be all “No update since last Thursday?!? NEXT!” Please, oh please, don’t get angry and go away. Let’s still be friends, OK? I think you’re so great. Have I told you how much I like your hair today? Because, I’ve been meaning to say: You look fab.
I have an explanation for not meeting this make-believe deadline.
Our dog, Winston, has been having some health problems lately. He’s been diagnosed with a ruptured disk. (You can read more about Winston’s disk issues here, but be warned that this link will take you to the first thing I ever drew for the Internet.)
So instead of working over the weekend, as I had planned, I spent most of my time curled up next to my dog waiting for him to blink or cry or ask me for something in plain English.
There are plenty of different kinds of people in the world, and they all feel differently about pets. Some people like to hoard pets; others are happy to wave to other people’s pets but would prefer not to have any of their own. I am the kind of person who can’t sleep if her dog can’t sleep. So I didn’t draw you any cartoons today or yesterday, because I’ve been staring at a dog, willing him to get better, which has made me sleep deprived.
I did try, but everything I tried to draw looked like this:
I’m hoping to make you something hilarious soon, but as you read this, I’m probably laying on my bathroom floor, exhausted and trying to remember how to brush my own hair.
I promise to be right back. Like maybe tomorrow even, provided I don’t have to drive to Jacksonville to take Winston to the vet.
Don’t hate me. I think you’re so pretty!
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Awwww no! I’m so sorry! Doggy sickness is the worst. They and you feel so helpless!! I have similarly horrible dog news.. my boyfriend has been in Argentina for the past week or so and in that time his golden retriever slash best friend (aside from me) got diagnosed with cancer. His sister told me, but they are obviously waiting to tell him until he gets back. It killed me to Skype with him yesterday knowing about poor Molly, and him being clueless to the oncoming devastation.
Wishing you and Winston the best!
Thanks, friend! I’m sorry to hear about Molly 🙁
We are all much better today. Just feeling really groggy. I’ve already gotten a head start on everything I was supposed to do this weekend (see: wash my hair.) And Winston slept through the night and woke up looking more comfortable. So things are looking up!
Sigh. We had our maltese for almost 16 years. I slept on the bathroom floor when she was in labor with her first litter of puppies and was right beside her the whole time. She slept in our bed every night (except when she was having puppies and caring for them). It’s been almost two years and I still miss her A LOT! We are a one dog at a time family but we love our pets like family. Hope Winston keeps feeling better and you can visit your pillow.
Oh no — poor Winston (and poor you)! Hope he is on the mend soon and that you get some rest.