I feel like a broken record when I tell you I have a lot of good ideas and projects ahead but I’ve actually managed to do some good work and have kept it to myself for some time now.

I’m drawing consistently each night. I have a goal and I’m starting to make real progress on achieving it.

I share a lot as I create and then I make a million tiny/ barely noticeable changes, not just to my comic strip drawings but with all my projects.

We (creative types) will carry on like this forever.

I hope to make ppl smile or laugh at the very least, but I’ll carry on even if they don’t because I am.

I enjoy making things. If my delightful plan goes according to my wishes I’ll cause ppl to daydream about my lil characters (or their own) until they fall asleep at night act actually dream about them. It’s fun. It’s what I do.

Anyways, I really need to go to bed. I’m tired.

Sweet dreams

Aaron

Im writing this in the back seat of my sisters car, we’re on our way home from our fathers funeral.

I sent this drawing of Lilly to my dad when he was in the hospital but i dont think he ever woke up to see it. I actually had a comic in my head i wanted to send him but i figured he needed a smile sooner than i could draw my comic.

I have had zero chances to simply process my emotions. Because of this ive become the biggest/saddest/loudest/messiest cryer. I think my sister comes in second place.

Even during times when I wasnt like that I felt hundreds of eyes on me, kind sympothetic eyes, their words were more a variety of sounds.

I need to regroup myself. I havent been able to and I dont know when i will simply be allowed to.

Its not ALL bad, and i will be okay, i dont want to just complain and be a weird sad emotional mess of a person.

What I want to do is hike to my shelter house in my favorite park, build a fire in the fireplace, and watch the trees and squirrels and the flames, and feel warm. I want to feel peacfull and maybe write if im compelled to. I havent been able to do anything like that.

I guess Im feeling the “call of the wild”

I have a lot of things to share, good things, but for now this is enough. I cant wait to get home.

-aaron

Today I decided to tackle a corner in our house thats constantly cluttered.

It has boxes weve never unpacked, today I found a stash of sketch books in one that I was thankful to find.

It gave me fresh drawing paper and a bunch of older comics I’ve been missing, especially the ones with Abbie. I miss her a way that will never go away.

Its been raining for a while now. i hid under the sofa but Lola couldnt. I licked her eyes and nose.

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This is my fanciest dress. I love wearing it. Do you wear dresses? Dad lets me pick out my clothes, he tried to put a jump suit on me once but I refuses. it was confining. we’re going to make a dress out of it soon so I can wear it and move. I have to run and jump a lot ya know.

I asked my sister lola about people being sticks and shes still thinking about it. She says ppl call her “bad dog” sometimes and it hurts her feelings. She said she wants to shrink and disappear when it happens.

I’ve never been been called “bad dog” before. why are they mean to my sister and not me, we’re exactly the same.

Lola didn’t used to wear clothes, she said it got in the way of her licking, but now shes starting to like them. Sometimes Dad lets me pick out his clothes. I do my best but he really needs to go shopping with me. once he said “black goes with everything” because thats what he wanted to wear. Stubborn.

Do people see the same stick in me? Lola says special people see special sticks in her, how is that? complicated.

I made friends with a chirpmonk this morning. he said “chirp cirpidy chirp chirp” so i said ”chirpy chirp chirp” back. then he ran up the tree and i had to find Dad and Lola because they didn’t stop to talk to my friend.

i love going places and seeing puppies.

lilly

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Dear Tamaya,

I use an i-pad now and im norbid t o cmdvkn happy with it ljb i make am lot of typose. My dad says he’ll get us a keyboard sometime.

I learmed to reed and write from watch says me street with my sister lola.. shes the one on the left, thats me on the right.

my yard has squirdels and chirpmonks and puppy rappits. dad says the deers come at night but i never seen them. my brother is a piggy dog and hes getting a new house built in out yard.

i had a puppy once that looked just like me but she turned into cat. i dont know how.

good night paw pswls

Lilly

I’m writing now because I have some energy left that I hope my brain can process it into something before it’s to late. I’m playing meditation music to help me clear my mind and/or get me feeling a little more creative.

Ironically I’m here more often than my other site called furfriendsandfamily.com.

Ironic because I paid for that domain with the intentions of it being the center of my creative writing, art, and blogging work. I actually have plenty of content for it, but classic me has been disorganized and late on everything for months.

Why is that? I’ve always thought I fall behind because I lack focus, but clearly I also lack the solution so maybe I’m wrong about everything?

Well, anyways, I’m here now, might as well tell you something I have been doing.

Last night Lilly had four seizures, bad ones, worse than she’s had before, I spent several hours just focused on her, waiting it out and trying my best to do something for her although there’s not much to really do.

So I might have to seek out a vet, see if there’s something they can do for doggies with seizures. Today I’ve given her all my attention, whenever she wants it, I’ve kept the air set on 75 just in case she’s cold, I’ve taken her everywhere I’ve gone (which she loves) and when she’s napping alone I quietly surround he with pillows just in case she starts convulsing and I’m not there to hold her and keep her safe.

She’s basically been the most pampered baby in the world today and I’m pretty sure she’s loving it.

So that’s that. I could ramble on forever but I’ll try to compose it into something more orderly.

Good night for now

Aaron

I’m sorry but I must be completely out of the loop on all technology lately. Adam just bought a new printer so he can scan things from home (my old printer that never lived up to what it promised hasn’t been able to scan anything for the past couple years) but everything is slow, and nothing can do the absolute most basic functions anymore.

There will never come a time I buy an all new everything every two weeks. I’ll never be consumed by it and I’ll always use whatever it is that I have.

(I’m sorry I actually try to learn how to use what I already have access to, my bad, I should probably always be jumping ahead)

Enough of my rant though. Lola has curled up beside me on the right, and to my left, in her own bed, under her own blanket, is that tiny (and fashionable) lil dog Lilly.

They’re both so cute. Lola is like every one of my dogs crammed into one, luckily they all share a few traits so we all get along. 90% of the time she’s just my big adorable baby, the other 10% is weird because she wakes up while I’m sleeping and treats me and Lilly, and who ever is close by, as her puppies!

She lays on us, somehow smooshes us together, licks us, lays herself on top of us, and worst of all smacks us with her huge paws and claws when we get out of line.

Actually me and Lilly are the biggest fools for her rules, we’re pushovers I guess. It should be noted that she is also a big adorable baby…

Night

Aaron