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I fed my dog!
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He likes eating brown goo.
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I fed my dog!
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He likes eating brown goo.
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I took the dog for walkies.
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It’s too goddamn cold out.
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I awoke!
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Hello, Internet, and welcome to this year’s Hourly Comic Day!
I’m starting super early this time, because I want to get to bed at a halfway decent time, on account of it being Sunday.
I’m already wicked tired, because my dog, who is now sleeping soundly, kept waking me up. Don’t worry! I’ve got some cola and a frozen pizza on standby for a pick-me-up.
Feeding a cat too much is like child abuse.
It’s loyal to an otherworldly degree.
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I waked the dog, again.
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I think I suffered some sort of disassociative state while drawing this.