The vet said that it was too late in his life to be epilepsy, and I have to face the possibility of a malignant brain tumor. Poor little guy. I'm holding off on the MRI stuff until I see when he has another seizure.
Buster's a bit too friendly around other people. He jumps them and really gets on them, but he's fine around me. I don't have many people over, so all of that is okay. When he was a puppy, I remember that whenever I would yell, "Goddammit!" in frustration over something or other, and I do that a lot, I would make a point to say to Buster real lovingly, "Not you Buster!" and I would pet him. It got to the point that whenever I would say, "Goddammit!" he would get real close and start wagging his tail, because he knew that it was time for me to pet him. So I inadvertently trained an emotional support dog.
I started on the pencil work on issue twelve tonight. I did work on five pages and a little work on a page further along. This is the stage where I really have to get after the pencil work so that I can have something in front of me to work on further. I will try to really get on it for the next two weeks and see where I am at the end of that period.
I decided to try to get after the guitar playing more than I have been as well. I wrote a song last Friday. It's called, "Hey There Titty Dancer." So that's eight songs for "Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band." That's the album I'll do after some time after I record, "Self Portrait of Me."