Someone told me recently
that I do a lot of dog cartoons. Never thought about it, but I suppose that's
true. I like dogs. I have a dog.
I think one reason people
like dogs is because they like us. Other species just aren't that into us. And for
good reason. The human animal tends to be fairly narcissistic. So when we come
across another animal that digs us too, we melt. Other good news is dogs don't seem that
particular. They don't care what color we are, where we land on the political
scale, how much our waistline is growing or what language we speak. In fact, they
seem to like us more than we like us.
But dogs don't stop there. They
also like our stuff - tennis balls, automobiles, ice cubes, sofas, toilets. Except for the vacuum cleaner and the rectal thermometer, they seem to be
on board with all of it.
Somewhere along the way, though,
the human-dog relationship transcends all that.
My dog has managed to worm her
way into many of my thoughts and a good chunk of my activities, so it seems natural
that dogs make regular appearances in my cartoons. Still, I think the main
reason is because I try to draw from the heart. And that's where I find my dog,
curled up in a circle, with both dog and human savoring every minute she's
there.
