She’s one resilient kid.
Blake in the background reminds me of something that happened when I was a kid. My brother, my cousin, and I were in a canoe on a pond. We were only maybe 40 feet from the dock, and our parents and our dog were on the dock. We pulled in our oars and started laughing and yelling “we have no oars, save us, help help!,” which our parents seemed to find amusing (as an adult now — i wonder). But our dog, Wiggles, leaped from the dock and swam to the boat. In his mouth he grabbed a rope which was attached to the front of the boat and began swimming back towards shore. We all felt bad right away and put the oars in and paddled back in. What a sweet, strange, loving, guilty memory!
If the previous week and this week look a little different or read a little different than normal, it’s because they were “backup strips” I’d done ages ago in case one day I needed them. Apparently at this point I needed them :)
This mostly was just an excuse to pick up Kendra that way. It’s so painfully cute to watch kids pick up any animal in general that way (and yes, I totally sympathize with the animals too).
Or maybe it was just an excuse to draw an animal like the cats in the Monty Python sketch “Killer Cars.”
I remember having a tough one with this, about the seriousness of it, the over-the-top talking by Kendra, and then coming up with something funny. but it all kinda pulled together.