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Painted Doggie
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Hooray! ☺️ thank you for finding me 😁
January 11, 2025 at 3:05 AM
painteddoggie.bsky.social
(11&12 of 12)
Panel 11 of 12: Back in the present moment on the trail walk, Foxwolf looks distressed as she says, “Why then is it so hard for me to simply EXIST? Why can’t I go out after work and see my friends? Why won’t I schedule doctor’s appointments for myself?” “Why can’t I just behave like a functional adult and appreciate the life I have?” Panel 12 of 12: Foxwolf looks up, mouth agape, to see Mothman zooming off and waving. He has left beautifully penned skywriting in the clouds above the mountains. It says: “You Have Depression - MM (heart)”
January 4, 2025 at 9:39 PM
painteddoggie.bsky.social
(9&10 of 12)
Panel 9 of 12: Top Caption: “And then when I realize how many things I need to do, I realize how few of those things I have time to accomplish.” Bottom Caption: “Realistically, I’m going to spend the vast majority of my waking life and mental energy working for a soulless corporation. I’m not going to “be free” one day.” Foxwolf lays in a dark room under a blanket, illuminated by the light of a TV in the foreground. An overlay of the work calendar’s “VACATION!” week floats by showing that several of the vacation days have now been crossed through. She is frowning and looking at her phone. Panel 10 of 12: Top Caption: “I don’t think other people in my situation feel this way. My bills are paid, there’s food in the fridge, and I have a happy, healthy family. Bottom Caption: “Many people don’t have any of that. I used to not have any of that.” Foxwolf’s holding her phone up partially blocking the TV. The screen shows a text exchange between Foxwolf and Dearly Beloved Friend: “Dearly Beloved Friend: Hey do you want to do something one day this week? I would like to spend time with you. Foxwolf: Sorry I can’t. I’m busy deciding what to do. Foxwolf: If I don’t pick the right thing, I’ll end up wasting my time off and everyone will be upset with me. Dearly Beloved Friend: (thumbs up emoji)”
January 4, 2025 at 9:37 PM
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(7&8 of 12)
Panel 7 of 12: Top Caption: “I’ve got one week off, and I need to make it count.” Bottom Caption: “But I’ve been neglecting so many things on my to-do list all year that I can’t decide which one to attend to when I finally have the chance.” Foxwolf is dwarfed in front of a huge “2024 WORK CALENDAR” with days marked off counting down to a week labeled in large bubble letters, “VACATION!” At the top of the calendar, there is a big circle with a line through it over the word “UNION,” and a message that reads, “REMEMBER! THERE’S NO “US” IN “UNION” - DON’T SIGN, “IT’LL BE FINE!” CELEBRATE 45 YEARS UNION FREE BY DONATING YOUR PTO BACK TO THE COMPANY TODAY!” Panel 8 of 12: Foxwolf stares at the calendar and is surrounded by thought bubbles: “Do I spend time with my family?” “Hange with my friends?” “Do I fix the bathtub? The floor? Get the lemon off the roof?” “Should I turn my attic into an indoor garden for when we can’t afford groceries anymore?” “Do I play a video game?” “Do I make art?” “Should I study French so I have a shot at immigrating to Canada?” “I need to get bloodwork done, and go to the dentist, and take my car to the shop, and trim the dog’s nails, and…”
January 4, 2025 at 9:36 PM
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(5&6 of 12)
Panel 5 of 12: Foxwolf continues walking and the mountains continue on in the background. She says, “Is there any way to slow down? I’ve felt like I’ve been in a dead sprint through my life. It sucks that being an adult with a full-time job means never having a “break” ever again. As soon as one thing’s done, I need to move on to the next. There is so much to do, and I have such little time to do it all in. Panel 6 of 12: Mothman walks along with Foxwolf as she talks. He is nodding and taking notes in a little black notebook. Foxwolf says, “I feel like my memory is even suffering. It’s like I don’t have time to reflect on anything so events seem hazy.”
January 4, 2025 at 9:34 PM
painteddoggie.bsky.social
(3&4 of 12)
Panel 3 of 12: *SNATCH* Foxwolf grabs the photo out of the air. The picture is of an older woman with glasses lifting a tray of cookies out of an oven. She is smiling down on two young children who look excitedly back at her and the cookies. There is a caption handwritten in cursive in the white space below the image: “Baking cookies with Grandma - Dec 1999” Foxwolf continues her thought from earlier to Mothman: “You don’t know what it feels like…” Panel 4 of 12: The panel zooms in on the photo. Foxwolf continues, as if to herself: “…to need more time.”
January 4, 2025 at 9:33 PM
painteddoggie.bsky.social
A cartoon dog in a hoodie wagging it's tail excitedly says, "Oh boy!" "It's time to eat CHEESE" The dog's on all fours, mouth open wide, ready to chomp into a huge pile of melted cheese being scraped off the block.
December 24, 2024 at 10:21 PM
painteddoggie.bsky.social
You know thinking about this does actually help me feel better sometimes. It reminds me none of this matters, so I can't possibly fuck up that bad.
December 24, 2024 at 9:30 PM
painteddoggie.bsky.social
(5 & 6 of 6)
Panel 5 of 6: Outside finally, Foxwolf waves goodbye to the smiling party-goers in the doorway. She is doing her best impression of a pleasant expression and melting into her own shoulders. The Person Meter is completely empty, and the warning has updated to, “WARNING! PERSON VEIL DOWN CRITICAL FAILURE” Panel 6 of 6: Houndmage and Dogwolf are in the car driving home. The Person Meter says, “LOADING,” and has a bar now that says “REBOOTING…” Foxwolf grips the steering wheel thinking about all the dumb ways she was at the party and frowns sadly.
December 23, 2024 at 6:14 PM
painteddoggie.bsky.social
(3 & 4 of 6)
Panel 3 of 6: Dinner is over and the party is mingling throughout the house. In the busy hallway, Foxwolf is caught in an awkward conversation with a man she barely knows. Sweat pours past her glazed eyes and pained grimace. The man is determined to state his opinions. The Person Meter is at twenty-five percent. Panel 4: Foxwolf made her way to a couch corner in the game room. One of the guests beckons for her to join the next round of cards. Foxwolf waves off the request, retracting into the cushions. The Person Meter is nearly empty. An alert window displays, “WARNING! PERSON VEIL CRITICALLY LOW”
December 23, 2024 at 6:13 PM
painteddoggie.bsky.social
(cont)
Panel 9: Fuck every single person at that party. Fuck teens. Fuck you, Mick. 13 years later I still have a 4" x 1” scar on my shin to remind me of this night for the rest of my life. Panel 10: You want to see it? Panel 11: You sure? Okay… ***CW for next panel: gross scar/hairy woman leg (I am a wolf, get over it)*** Panel 12: Image of a hairy shin with a very large but faded scar. The scar forms an indentation in the shin. There are puppy paws beyond in the background.
December 22, 2024 at 5:11 PM
painteddoggie.bsky.social
(cont)
Panel 5: I feel my blood pressure drop as I start to pass out. The basement teens crowd around me as I lay on the floor clinging to consciousness. They begin taunting me for being "so drunk" that I fell down the stairs. Several of them grab my arms and try to hoist me to my feet, insisting I get up. Panel 6: I cannot stand, and I plead with them to just let me sit there a moment. They can't comprehend anything I'm saying, so I start SCREAMING at them to get the fuck away from me. They back off and walk away, shouting and pointing at what a dumb drunk bitch I am. I don't care. Panel 7: My sister brought me some water, and I eventually regained the strength to stand. She helped me up the stairs to a room with a bed and sleeping bags on the floor. I made it to the bed, laid down, and tried to fast forward to morning when we'd finally be leaving. I couldn't sleep because of the serious open wound on my leg. I stared at the wall contemplating all my life choices. Panel 8: As I laid there like a hospital patient with my injured leg propped up in full view, I heard people come into the room and up to the bed I was in. I pretended to be asleep. They said: "I can't believe she would just take your bed!! What a fucking bitch! I can't believe this!" “That is so rude, who comes to another person’s house and takes their bed?? Unbelievable.”
December 22, 2024 at 5:09 PM