Panel 1: Nelson is sitting in a pile of blankets next to Foxwolf on the couch, tongue out, looking pathetically over her shoulder.
Panel 2: Nelson has turned her head fully to look at Foxwolf. Her eyes are wide and pleading.
Panel 3: Nelson raised one paw in the air and sticks her tongue back out.
Panel 4: She cranes back her neck and stretches her paw farther.
Panel 5: Foxwolf, exasperated says, “Fine.” Nelson has stretched herself into Foxwolf’s lap and is pitifully weeping while blocking Foxwolf’s hand so she can’t keep working.
Panel 6: Nelson has reverted back to her original couch spot with Foxwolf’s hand now resting on her side. sllp sllp sllp sllpsllp sllp – Nelson licks Foxwolf’s hand contentedly.
Panel 1: Houndmage, Jerri, and Foxwolf are sitting on the couch. Jerri asks, “Hey Mom? What would you do if a T-Rex ate your car?” There is a small lizard on the ceiling above them.
Panel 2: Foxwolf responds, “I’d probably call the insurance company and get a new car.” The lizard has taken notice of their conversation and dropped from the ceiling.
Panel 3: Foxwolf has noticed the intruder and screams, “OH SHIT!! It’s one of those insurance lizards!” The lizard starts its sales pitch, saying, “ELLO GOVNA! NEED A SPOT OF CAR INSURANCE, DO YA? WELL I KNOW JUST THE THING, I DO. DID YOU KNOW YOU CAN SAVE –” The lizard is cut off by Houndmage exclaiming, “WHAT?!” Jerri says, “Dad, I’m scared!!”
Panel 4: Foxwolf screaming and pointing at the lizard, “KILL IT!”
Panel 5: Foxwolf and Houndmage frantically stomp the lizard while Jerri watches in terror from the couch. Nelson is at Foxwolf’s feet barking viciously. The lizard is choking and exclaiming, “BLOODY HELL! FUCKING WANKERS! YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY MAD!” while getting stomped.
Panel 6: Off screen, Foxwolf is yelling at Houndmage. She says, “How many fucking times does this have to happen before you change the goddamn locks?!” Houndmage responds, “I DID!!” Jerri cries, “Mommy, I don’t want a car.” Nelson has carried the freshly stomped lizard to her bed, which is littered with the bodies of previous insurance lizards.
CHRISTMAS SHOPPING WITH ANXIETY – Painted Doggie Comic
Panel 1: Foxwolf clutches a huge, long shopping list, gritting her teeth and having crazy eyes.
Panel 2: Top-down view of panic-attack-having Foxwolf sitting in front of a computer keyboard thinking, “OMG I HAVE SO MANY PEOPLE TO BUY FOR. WHY DIDNT I START EARLIER? I’M NEVER GOING TO GET THIS DONE IN TIME. IM SUCH AN IDIOT. WHY IS ALL THIS STUFF SO EXPENSIVE? I DONT KNOW WHAT ANY OF THESE PEOPLE WANT! DOES THAT MAKE ME A BAD PERSON? I DONT KNOW WHAT MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS WANT? ALL OF THIS IS PROBABLY JUNK THAT THEY’LL HATE”
Panel 3: Foxwolf is pacing in front of scattered packages, gifts, and wrapping paper and saying, “All this shit sucks. Nobody wants this!! I have to pad these gifts with other gifts.”
Panel 4: “I know I’m forgetting someone. When am I going to have time to wrap these?” Charles the cat is loafing on some crumpled paper within the pile of gifts, as cats do. The phone in Foxwolf’s pocket is buzzing.
Panel 5: Split panel of an email displayed on a phone from Office Fella, guybro@work.com, reading, “Hello, we will be doing a secret santa gift exchange. You in?” The phone has way too many notifications in the notification bar. The time reads 10:32. Foxwolf, looking insane, screams, “NO!” while thinking “I already have way too many people to buy for!! There is no way I’m adding to it!” She screams, “FUCK THAT!”
Panel 6: Foxwolf’s point of view: she is holding her phone looking at her sent reply email. The time on the phone is 10:40. The email reads “Of course! Count me in! smiley face emoji”
I Didn’t Eat It – Painted Doggie Comic Panel 1: 8:00 AM: Wake up too late (office hours 7-4). Foxwolf Dogmother laying in bed looking at phone plugged in with a terribly tangled charging cord. Panel 2: 8:20 AM: View of an email on phone screen with way too many notifications at the top. The email from Co Workerington, M. D. reads, “Hello, You have fucked up. Fix plz. Thank – DISCLAIMER: If anything goes wrong, it is not our fault.” Panel 3: 11:30 AM: Fixed. Panel 4: 12:20 PM: Bike lunch starts late. Foxwolf bikes to the store and is delighted to find some clearance fish. Panel 5: 3:00 PM: Homework Wars. Jerri is scream-crying at their father, Houndmage, and presenting a math homework sheet on patterns. Foxwolf is sitting in front of her work monitors very annoyed. One monitor display an open CAD file titled FUCKEDUPBUILDING.DWG. Panel 6: 5:30 PM: Dinner. The fish is bad. Foxwolf, seated in front of the fly-circled cheap fish, stares into the distance in defeat.
