Nobby would be the cruel older sister, and the Raw the little brother, if they were a legit family.

And if they were eight and five.

The Dreamer is me, just to make it perfectly clear.

A wise move, Raw.

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Another Sunday comic, hooray!

I had a migraine yesterday. Sorry.

That aside:

Country Weather is crazy!

First we had a long dry spell which is just ruining our corn, and today we had a heavy downpour with fierce, whipping wings that beat the rain into a fine spray.

Monday wanted to go outside and lay down in the midst of it, despite halfway floating on the sheer force of the wind.

We said no.

- Love, Sammy Odette

I think the Mom is Asian. Maybe from Japan.

If I was more prepared, I’d have these things planned out better.

If it WAS true…then those red-haired genes must be ferocious.

Snazzy, Atticus. Truly snazzy.

Did he STEAL that from Chancefellow?!

Oh, no, wait; Chancefellow let him borrow it. Okay.

I was worried there for a bit.

Always be prepared.

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My puppy is back from the vet! She’s unsteady on her feet, and her tummy is shaved like a monk’s head, but other than that she’s as chipper as ever.

- Love, Sammy Odette

Of course it flies. It has to fly. Who for a moment thought it wouldn’t fly?

Not I.

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Uwaaah ~ !

My doggy is going under the knife!

Which is to say she’s getting fixed…but she’s never been away from home before! She’s only six months old!

I just…I just miss her so mu-huh-huh-huuuuuuch ~ !

- Sadly, Sammy Odette

I wanted to draw Rawleigh in my illustratory style, and in street clothes, so here he is!

Aww, isn’t he so tiny and adorable? Like a lost puppy.

I love him. I’m sorry if that’s vain, but he’s just the coolest person in the comic.

My advice; skip every comic where he doesn’t actually appear.

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My six month old puppy (Monday) that weighs 80 pounds is very familiar with my family.

However, living on a farm doens’t give her much chance to socialize with strangers, so she’s not very good at restricting her excitement.

She used to behave well when she was REALLY tiny (20 pounds) but last time we brought her, the vet was packed with people and nervous dogs, and Monday ended up making a spectacle of herself by flipping out.
This time, my Mother and I were prepared. We put her in a choke collar, and I wrapped it around my leather-gloved hand. I also had a spray bottle and pretzels (she loves pretzels, though how she acquired this taste is beyond me) to rebuke and reward her, respectively.
Well, we entered, and on the ground in a cage were a bunch of itty-bitty kittens who’d just opened their eyes.
I was concerned Monday would inadvertently hurt them, but she was mesmerized by them. She stared at the cage for a few minutes, tense and on her guard, before cautiously nosing the cage. The kittens inside mewed encouragingly and licked her nose. She then laid in front of the cage, nose to nose with the three ounce balls o’ fluff, making herself as small as possible so as not to scare them.

She spent something like fifteen minutes just staring at the little critters.

Even the vetenarians thought it was the cutest thing they’d ever seen

(and I’m sure they’re experts on the matter.)

- Love, Sammy Odette