Woe to Daisy (Patreon)

a lil warmup doodle I liked

Sometimes when I’m drawing, my dog Daisy will come lay her head on my knee and hit me with THE saddest, most pathetic, wall-eyed, ice-water-dumped-on-a-helpless-creecher stare ever. And she’ll maintain this unbroken eye contact for quite some time. Staring at me. Waiting for me to glance back at her. If I do, for even a moment, her tail will wag. If I look away, the staring continues. I feel her eyes burning holes in my soul. I’ll ask “please stop staring at me”, and she understands. She’ll look away…..for about a second. Sometimes she’ll pat me with her paw. Sometimes she’ll sigh forlornly. “Pay attention to me.” Sometimes she’ll even try to shove my sketchbook/knitting/iPad/video game/tax forms/infant cousin out of my lap. “Pay attention to me.”

I should note I actually give my dog LOTS of attention. She has lots of toys and chews and other people she can go to for attention. She just has an existential crisis if I have the gall to do anything that doesn’t involve her for longer than two minutes. Little Miss Daisy Dukes thinks she’s the center of my universe. Alas….she is correct. 💗

pics just for funsies

staring at me

staring at me as I learn to crochet

fucking WHAT do you want from me

staring at me (lookit that lil fuzzyface ❤️❤️❤️)