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To the Rescue

This is from my nine-days-but-it-felt-like-way-longer trip to visit my hometown of Memphis. Don’t be like my mom’s neighbors. Keep your dogs locked up, especially if they’re known to threaten people they don’t know with bodily harm.

I can’t claim that I had any great plan to help Mom when I instinctively dashed out of bed to help her. I guess I thought that even if the piece of wood didn’t serve as a good weapon — which it wouldn’t have AT ALL — I could at least wave it around over my head while making intimidating whooping noises to scare it off. It probably would have looked pretty amusing, now that I think about it.

This is a 100% accurate account of the incident, except for the last panel, which is sort of what I wish I’d been able to do. Instead, I glowered at the still-barking neighbor dog while Mom called the authorities. Seriously. Not cool, guys.

P.S. Girlbot and several other obligations have been taking up the bulk of my time, so I’m now officially changing the update schedule for WtJ to “sporadic,” meaning I’ll crank one out when I have the time and a good idea. When things calm down, I’ll hopefully be able to make the updates more regular again. Until then, there’s like 10 different ways to keep updated as to when I post a new comic here.

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