I'm dealing with all kinds of dog drama right now, and haven't felt very funny or 'toony' lately. My little Yorkie with a severe heart condition still isn't eating and I really thought today was the day the spouse and I would take her in to be euthanized. She's wasting away and obviously suffering, but my partner cannot let her go yet. He still has "hope" despite evidence that there's no hope left. The dopey doctor sent us home with a pricey food meant for anorexic dogs that we now have to wipe across the roof of her tiny mouth by hand. She hates it. I hate it. It sucks for all of us. I was vetoed and she'll live on another day. I sometimes think I'm a little too practical and coldhearted for situations like this; I grew up on a farm and animal mortality is a very real and hard fact that I learned early on. Maybe I'm not the right person to make these decisions anyway.
So be forewarned that there may be more doodles and sketchbook pages here for a few days. I can only be funny enough for my job and there's not much to spare at the moment.