Thursday, March 1, 2007

The Dog Days of Winter: The Tempestuous Travails of the Mad Cow, the REAL Mad Cow

On a blustery, dusty day, the Mad Cow seeks shelter in the house of a local neighborhood.

Not a happy camper!

Thinking she is safe and way too concerned about the weather, she finds herself in the clutches of the Golden Bone Grinder! AIEEEEE!!!!


As if that's not bad enough, the Black Jaws of Death arrive to stake her claim on the Mad Cow.

A great battle ensues for domination . . .

Whisked to the lair of the Black Jaws of Death, the Mad Cow finds her cries for help muffled by a great muddy paw.

A horn is lost in the struggle

Then another! Then an ear!

Trapped, the Mad Cow feels her life-force being sucked out by the Black Jaws of Death!

The Golden Bone Grinder back for more Mad Cow!

The Mad Cow is fighting furiously for what's left of her life in the cruel, unrelenting possession of the Golden Bone Grinder, when the Disemboweled Croc approaches to finish her off. She places a desperate hoof on the Croc's snout, pinning his jaws shut!

Alas, her efforts are futile . . .

All that remains of the Real Mad Cow . . .

R.I.P.

3 comments:

Melinda said...

Ha!! That was great. :)

Su said...

Yes. Okay. So, you are obviously more productive on dust storm days than I. I just stare out the window and pout a lot, you manage to write an excellent comic-book series.

Sarah said...

I miss my dog!!!!!!! She is so stinkin' cute!