Lilly is still here, but her owner's have been telling us they want another chance so tomorrow I think we are going to give her back and then once a week check on them and do some training tips with them. One thing is for certain: I cannot keep her. My dog and her do not gel well at all, and she has not been properly trained and doesn't understand even basic things like "stop" or "bad dog". My dog has kind of hit his limit with her and started acting up yesterday, by pooping and peeing on the floor, which he never does, and he started growling at her and was basically saying "I'm tired of sharing my food, water, toys, and humans with you, go home". And when it rains it pours-- construction workers were on our balcony yesterday painting, and Lilly barked constantly for 45 minutes. We then had an earthquake hit in Tottori, Japan, which is close enough that it was a 4 on the Japanese measurement system. And then today I had to take her to the vet to get her stitches out and it literally rained, so I had to carry her for three blocks with an umbrella because she can't get her belly wet for another day.
I am getting all kinds of work done, just not any comic pages. Mostly Kickstarter stuff. But like I said, she's going to be going back to her owners tomorrow night so starting Monday I am, hopefully, going to be right back on schedule.
The one good thing about all this craziness: I am sleeping, guys. I suffer from chronic insomnia and can't usually sleep unless I take a sleeping pill, but I am so exhausted at the end of the day I pretty much fall asleep the moment my head hits the pillow. The only other time this year this has happened was when I was doing conventions this summer, haha. I will say, for all her annoying habits (constant whining, constant begging, ignores any and all directions) she is really cute when she sleeps, and I do hope she'll have a better life from now on. We'll be doing follow-ups with her owners and I'm taking them to the pet shop to show them what foods are good, what are bad, what toys to buy, to get her a new bed, new leash, tags for her collar, etc.
FaLLEN's newest pages have been delayed, because I had to unexpectedly take on dogsitting last night, supposedly until Sunday night.
I'll spare you all the sob story, but the short version is: I took in this elderly dog who has been severely neglected for five years now, only to discover after her owner's left that she was suffering from a hernia (on top of other health problems). I took her to the vet today and found this was a hernia her owners had basically ignored for weeks and weeks, and that at this point it was life threatening. It was so bad that waiting for my in-laws to return was putting her health at great risk (the swell on her lower abdomen was the size of a tennis ball) and I opted to pay $500 for someone else's dog's surgery, without their permission, and now have to figure out if I should keep her (which, to be frank, I don't want to do) or to just give her back (which I definitely don't want to do).
So because of this rather unexpected moral dilemma, I wasn't able to finish toning on the next four pages like I'd planned.
I'm just gonna throw this out there.... if you are considering getting a puppy, please also consider your life in ten years. If you cannot take care of that dog when you've had kids or when the dog's health begins to fail, or if you don't have any interest in training your dog or taking it for walks or playing with it regularly, don't get a dog. Just don't. Because these people lock this dog up in a cage all day every day, and have for five years, and it absolutely breaks my heart. If this was my brother, I would punch him in the face, but this is my husband's brother, and family relations are a little tense with them because they are (not surprisingly) really shitty parents as well and nobody wants to be around their kids, who are only 3 and 5 and already little terrors.
But seriously, I might be in a lot of trouble with my husband and his family for overstepping my bounds a bit. It makes me really nervous. I hope when my husband comes home, at least, we can discuss it and he will side with me, but I dunno. We'll see.
And that's the rather bizarre reason I don't know when the next set of pages will go up. I wasn't saving orphans from a burning building but I was saving an elderly dachshund from a killer hernia.