trick or treat
And this may look like Zappa is dressing up for the festivities but unfortunately not. He's wearing a pair of cast-off penguin boxers with a hole cut out for his little stub-o-tail to keep him from licking a nasty hot spot on his hip. Along with this stylish home remedy comes a cocktail of antibiotics and anti-inflammatories, which can be diuretic. This morning Zappa was one of the only dogs who could ever say he'd 'wet his pants.' Fortunately he's incapable of embarrassment. His emotional arsenal is limited to deliriously happy and scared out of his wits. And because of the latter he also gets a dose of Valium tonight when the neighbourhood will be overrun by happy little pyromaniacs.
Finally, I did do an illustration for Illustration Friday on the weekend but it was so tacky, in a black-velvet-Elvis kind of way (even though that was the point), that I chickened out of posting it, but since it's Hallowe'en today ~ what the heck! This is the rarest of the rare: a figurative illustration. I never do people, even ones with collagen-enhanced lips and silicone-enhanced 'bosoms', unless it's masks (ask your shrink to explain it).
TRICK OR TREAT: Eve, the local tart-with-a-heart, offers Adam a selection of her wares.