Busy Week

Turned out to be a pretty crazy week, and I didn't get as much time to draw as I had hoped I would... Oh well. Iggy hurt his paw pretty badly while Fiancee was on lunch, tearing his nail and landing himself a trip to the vet. Seems like he is there every month for something different. It's always something with that dog. Regardless, I came home to find a very drugged out and miserable puppy.

Yeah, yeah. I cheated and used my other sketch of Iggy with a cone around his head and a bandage where his paw was, but you get the idea. He's been moping around all week and running into everything when he has his cone on, which is actually pretty funny. Of course, he has a ton of energy now that it's been a week without any exercise but he still can't go anywhere. Instead, he sits on the couch watching me draw.

This one is a work in progress...actually, all my stuff is a work in progress. I seem to be able to do the loose sketches, but when I tray and draw a contiguous line it ends up looking worse than my stick figure bear. Not sure what to do about that, but I'll figure something out eventually.

While having the dog mope around this week has been lots of fun, the real adventure was last night, when Fiancee, Iggy, and I were headed to my parents house for my older brother's birthday. We were getting close to their house when...

Ed (my Sentra) is currently on life support in a towing lot. The insurance is likely going to have us pull the plug. I guess the old man behind us decided he was too good for stopping... or for sticking around. He drove off right after he hit us, but the guy behind Old Man grabbed the plate number and passed it on. The police were helpful, and the insurance lady was great too. Unfortunately, dealing with both at the same made me want to scream. Deciding whether the police or the insurance should call a tow truck is not something on my to-do list immediately after being hit. Never again. Next time I'll just call the insurance when I'm safely home and comfortable.

Just before the tow truck showed up, Old Man made his triumphant return. And the first thing he asked?

"How long have you been here?"

"About 50 minutes..."
"Oh, that sounds about right. I think I probably hit you."

/facepalm

The police got his statement and followed him to his house to get insurance information. Thankfully I won't have to deal with a hit and run and Old Man's insurance should cover everything. Now we just have to play the waiting game.

Here's hoping next week is less stressful.

~Chris

P.S.
There will be another post with more drawings later this weekend.