squirrel: Browse The Strips

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Lynn's Comments: Farley didn't much care if there were squirrels in the yard--he reacted to food and the great outdoors. Any opportunity to disappear into the ravine behind our house, saw him gone. He would eventually be found wet, dirty and blissfully happy--no matter how hard we scolded him. Our next dog, Willy, was a squirrel chaser. If he saw one out the window, he had to be let out before he busted something. Wildly, madly, barking and running as fast as his short legs would take him Willy would chase a squirrel until it was too far up a tree to see any more. He never caught one, of course, and the squirrels loved the comedy of it all.

Sunday March 15, 2020

Lynn's Comments: Our dog, Willy, loved to chase squirrels. He lived for a good squirrel chase and of course he never caught one. Sometimes I think the squirrels were in on the game because they seemed to taunt him at the windows, and when we let him out, they would wait until he was close enough to get his hopes up and then disappear into a tree. It was good exercise for all and nobody got hurt.

Sunday July 18, 2021

Lynn's Comments: Our small dog, Willy, loved everyone. The only time he'd bark with any kind of viciousness was when he saw the snow plow. He would chase it down our lane, believing for all the world that he had saved us from a monster.

Sunday November 6, 2022

Lynn's Comments: A neighbour in Lynn Lake used to take in foster children. She had just accepted a little boy who had been left in a backyard. His mother knew that the people who lived there would feed him. She had left him there before. Charlotte asked me if I wanted to see a truly malnourished baby. This little one had an enlarged tummy and all the features of a starving Third World child. She told me he had to have a cookie in each hand before he could go to sleep, and that he constantly hid food in his clothing, so she always had to check the pockets and cuffs of his pants. He hid food in his bedclothes and around the house. He was like a little squirrel: making sure he would have something to eat, making a cache, preparing for winter. With this in mind, I did this drawing...knowing that my own children were lucky to be safe and cared for and fed and loved.

Monday May 12, 2025

Lynn's Comments: After a sobering story like the previous one, it was important to insert some funny stuff. A comic strip has to be funny most of the time or it becomes something of a soap opera. I wanted it to be light and enjoyable—with the occasional, serious truth.