I had a friend who added "ology" and "ality" to a number of words. Once the first "ology" came out, I couldn’t listen to what he was saying. It was all "BS-ology" after that.
This is the beginning of a true story: something that happened to our little black Spaniel, Willy.
The wound on Willy’s leg was like a cut, but it wouldn’t close and wouldn’t heal.
I waited in the clinic like a worried parent. (Here the story was about the imaginary Farley.) Our little spaniel was limping and fretful, but amazingly happy and easy to manage.
What had happened was exactly this. The kids had been attaching streamers and other things to the dog’s legs using elastic bands. They had forgotten to take one of them off and the elastic worked its way down to the bone!
Doctors and veterinarians must think they’ve seen it all and then something like this comes along. We all felt so badly. The elastic was completely invisible in the dog’s thick fur. We had no idea what was hurting him.
This punch line was awful…but I used it anyway!
In my mind, I was thinking of the so-called x-rated things kids said in the 80s. Who would have guessed they would be talking the way they do now! I sincerely hope that the NEXT generation will think this is a waste of an education and start using our wonderful, descriptive language again.
Syndicated cartoonists were discouraged from using our comic strips as a "platform" for anything. But, here I am doing just that.
This was before the iPod, the iPhone, YouTube and Google. This was in a more "innocent" time!
My dog Farley did lie in and roll on my freshly planted flower beds. I was so angry with him. Then I thought about how hot he was and how cool it would have felt to lie on a nice bed of freshly turned earth with soft plants. I understood what he’d done was innocent and for a reason. But I was still really angry with him.
Here’s a strip that should have ended at the third panel. Sometimes I’d send off something I was sure of. Then, when I saw it in the paper later, I’d see how it could have been improved.
I not only bared my soul as a parent in this discipline series, I bared my soul as a kid. When you are playing two roles like this, you have to see both sides. Memories of how I felt and how I acted as a child are right here. This wasn’t Michael thinking…this was me.
I did this. I drew a witch and it was my mother. She picked up the drawing, looked at it and asked if the screaming, ugly woman I had drawn was her. I admitted that it was and she did something I didn’t expect; she cried.