This one is a little different than my usual comics.

This is one of my dogs.

Her name is Angel. I didn’t name her that. My wife didn’t name her that. She came named and her age is a general guess. The pound didn’t know where she came from.

Angel loves to sit outside and sniff the air. She is a hunter, most particularly a squirrel killer, with a constant vigilance for tiny animals trying to invade her yard. She is a treat lover, a gentle snorer, a runny-eyed booger face– and a vicious squeaker at any sign of change in her environment. She is somewhere round about ten years old now and officially qualifies as one of the best dogs on the planet.

Angel has two tattoos on her belly. One is a symbol to show she is female and fixed. The other is an ID number. My dog has one more tattoo than I do.