Last Sunday's strip in the paper. Weeks after drawing this, I finally notice the vanishing goatee ... oops.
Everything's so much smaller down here than in Interior Alaska. I really miss the ravens, as crows aren't particularly chatty nor as interesting, personality-wise. Also I'll definitely need to score some snowshoes sooner than later, what with some of the tromping around we've been doing on unmaintained trails, though that won't help the Bird-Dog as she breaks trail by porpoising through the drifts. Trying real hard not to gloat over the ongoing snap that Fairbanks is currently going through, but I admit to stoking the warm, fuzzy feeling inside by checking on-line and being so glad it ain't minus forty here.
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