We tend to stay home a lot. I tend to eat a lot of peanuts. Lucy, Frank’s insane Jack Russell Terrier tends to be ridiculously insane. It’s only a matter of time before she pulls a Cujo and breaks the front window out wanting to eat a jogger passing by the house.
You could read more into this drawing if you really, really, really wanted to, but do you really want to? I totally believe that if a meeting similar to the one at the top of this post were to happen, what you see is what you’d get. Lucy is extremely protective and territorial… if I didn’t mention it, she’s also one door away from being completely crazy. The thing about Jack Russells is, they tend not to mellow out with age. I’ve lived with Lucy a number of years… she is getting up there. Even so, I can see no curbing of the crazy. It’s nice when you can rely on something staying the same.
I think that Frank spent more time being concerned with how he drew Snoopy in this illustration that he could give less than a care with how Lucy or I look.
That’s cool, I guess. Every dog has his/her day.
