Big Dog and the Couch: The Webcomic

I liked my first artist so much that I went back to her again this week.  Her handle is skittlesrequiem.  She can be found on Fiverr, a website set up to connect visual artists with everyday people like me.  I asked her to make Big Dog bigger, and Little Dog snottier.  This is what she came up with:

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I LOVE it.  I think my favorite part is frame 11, in which Little Dog and I are talking about the times Little Dog sleeps on the couch and gets away with it, while, in the corner of the frame, you can see Big Dog getting back on the couch.  Cracks me up.

In other news, my mother has asked me to remove the profanity.  Sigh.  Profanity is so enjoyable, and I didn’t even really let loose here.  What’s the point of being an adult if I can’t swear whenever I feel like it?  Still, she thinks kids might like the adventures of Little Dog and Big Dog, and if kids are going to be around I guess I don’t want to be that asshole corrupting their innocent minds.  I suppose I’ll have to get on cleaning up my act at some point.  Maybe next week.

Here’s the script, as originally published on Whistling Far and Wee:

Me: What do you think you’re doing?

Big Dog: I am sleeping on the couch.

Me: What have I said about that?

Big Dog: I don’t remember.

Me: I said don’t do it.

Big Dog: Don’t do what?

Me: Don’t sleep on the couch.

Big Dog: Oh.

Me: Get off the couch.

Big Dog: Okey doke.

Me: Wait, Big Dog, what are you doing?

Big Dog: I am getting on the couch.

Me: We literally just talked about this, Big Dog. Also, I’m standing right here.

Big Dog: I see you.

Me: What did I just say about that?

Big Dog: About what?

Me: About sleeping on the couch. What did I just say about that?

Big Dog: I don’t remember.

Me: I said don’t do it.

Big Dog: Don’t do what?

Me: Sleep on the couch.

Big Dog: Oh.

Me: Get off the goddamn couch.

Big Dog: Okey doke.

Little Dog: The key, Big Dog, is to do it stealthy-like, when no one’s around. If a tree falls in a forest, amirite?

Me: What are you talking about? I catch you on the couch all the time.

Little Dog: REM sleep impairs my stealthiness.

Me: You have no stealthiness, Little Dog.

Little Dog: Think of all other the times I might be getting away with it.

Me:

Little Dog: It’s a lot of times is all I’m saying. Say, look over there.

Me: Goddamn it, Big Dog, what did I just say about that?

Big Dog: I don’t remember.

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