Until 2017, Dr Dog provided some of the best therapy available. And was a true character. So I wrote a short comic strip telling the story of how he became a Dog Therapist, using the stage name of Dr Dog.
He was always a rather private dog. After his retirement from the business, he was kept very busy watching TV, giving his jaw the full chewy-workout, and sleeping. Mostly sleeping. And asking for more chicken.
Very sadly, the good Doctor died in November 2018. He was 15 (76, in human years).
Below is an extract from Dr Dog's comic strip (my handwriting's a bit shocking these days. Sorry about that); and, underneath, a few real-life sketches of the Doctor, some of which look a bit too much like a person wearing wolf make-up if you ask me.
He was always a rather private dog. After his retirement from the business, he was kept very busy watching TV, giving his jaw the full chewy-workout, and sleeping. Mostly sleeping. And asking for more chicken.
Very sadly, the good Doctor died in November 2018. He was 15 (76, in human years).
Below is an extract from Dr Dog's comic strip (my handwriting's a bit shocking these days. Sorry about that); and, underneath, a few real-life sketches of the Doctor, some of which look a bit too much like a person wearing wolf make-up if you ask me.
I know that many, many, people are fantastically adept at using technology for this sort of thing and don't rely on pencils, rubbers*, and a fairly basic scanner. But, as someone once said of me, "if she understood technology, she'd be dangerous."
Be grateful for small mercies.
*or, erasers - if you must. Those of you of a North American bent** can stop giggling at the word 'rubber' now.
** yes, yes ...
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Top image: Front cover for 'Book of Nonsense' made by Lorna: leather and fabric on leather (with apologies to vegan readers)
