This week’s Dustinland comic — posted one day early btw — is about how I’m allergic to dogs and cats. It really sucks. I grew up with cats and I used to take allergy shots to deal with it, and it worked. BUT, I had asthma. No sneezies, but asthma. Then, I moved out. College. Bye bye asthma. So yeah, no more cats or dogs. Sucks big time. Especially for my kid. Man does he want a dog. Really badly. I definitely feel like an asshole depriving him of this key life experience. And he doesn’t even have a sibling. I suck. What can I say.
But hey, next time you stop by and see all his Legos, you’ll understand it a wee bit more.
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Everyone I told about the dream in this week’s comic laughed hysterically, so I guess that’s a good thing for my comic, but it really was a sucky dream. You know, dreams are so real, even when they don’t make sense. And the thing is, it’s bad enough to have a shitty mean dog instead of a baby—I’m also allergic.
The dude in this week’s Dustinland actually lived a block from my old apartment so I don’t see him anymore, but I used to see him all the time, walking his mom’s little fluffy dog, which was actually way more wimpy than the one I drew. I just couldn’t even capture how puny and girlie it was.
It’s hard to be a tough guy with a small dog unless you’re some sort of Dr. Evil type kingpin.
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First of all, regarding this week’s Dustinland, why do people get these small dogs? Except for maybe pugs, boston terriers and daschunds, my rule is generally that a dog should not be smaller than a cat. Otherwise, is it really a dog? Okay, once I knew a really fat chihuahua named Pepe, and he was pretty cute. But usually these little barky dogs suck. And barky they are. Almost all of them. Total Napoleon complex.
Second, why do people let their dogs out into the backyard at night if they’re going to bark? Why? What could these people possibly be thinking? I would love to know. How could you justify that? I’d be fascinated to hear the answer. Too bad it’s probably: “I’m crazy as shit.”
This week’s Dustinland really is a true story, although I didn’t draw the people the way they look in real life because I got a bit confused while I was drawing it, drew the wrong couple, and then it was too late to redraw the whole thing because I’m lazy and you don’t care. But man, imagine after the third sock came out. It must have just been ridiculous. And after five? You’d think it would never end. You’d think a pair of pants are coming out next. Either that or you could start your own sock factory. Brown socks mostly, I assume, but still, a dog that magically makes socks would be a good find, especially in these hard times.
One thing I left out of the comic is the dog’s reasoning. After consulting with the storytellers, they reminded me that the dog was very angry with them for not letting him sleep in bed with them, and that they assume he then went and ate the socks as revenge. Of course the dog didn’t realize his revenge would backfire, since he is a dog, and even though dogs are smart, they are also dumb. But nice to pet.