Sharing the Blame

Blue Puppy gets his paw caught as he flees from raiding the trash can.

It used to be that Blue Puppy was the one to share Toby’s misadventures.

Then today I found this…

…next to these two.

It looks like I am going to have to keep an eye on the whole toy box now.

It wasn’t me. Honest.

Oh, I forgot. The boys and I had an anniversary last week. On the 6th, my boys reached the milestone of hiding away in the museum for a whole year! In that time, no one has been able to see them or buy them. Gosh, what a great year it’s been.

If you would like to see what my two have been up to by themselves with no supervision, pick up a copy of Dream Our World. Inside, the boys visit the museum of their dreams and view the world of art from a canine perspective.

Cover of the book Dream Our World

Dream Our World is available from my shop and from Amazon.

The Tall Snow

Puppy standing in deep snow, looking up in awe.
Puppy stannding at base of huge snow pile
Mom, can I poop in the house like when I was a puppy?

Toby thought he liked snow until he encountered the deep stuff.

Now, like the rest of us, he is waiting for a thaw. *

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Cover of the book Dream Our World

Escape your snowy world with a trip to The Museum of the Imagination in Dream Our World! Inside Bitey and Toby visit the museum of their dreams and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun. Dream Our World makes a great gift for all ages.

Dream Our World is available from my shop and from Amazon.

*After the Storm, oil on canvas

(What genius at WordPress decided that an asterisk is the same as a bullet point? Quit changing what I type!)

Handles

My bunny slipper ears are not "Mom Handles"! My tail is not a "Dog Handle"!

Yeah…no more bunny slippers around here.

Young cairn terrier looking over his shoulder.

My tail is NOT a “Dog Handle”!

To get a handle on your little monsters’ terrible behavior, exhaust them by taking them to the Museum of the Imagination with Bitey and Toby’s book, Dream Our World!

Cover of the book Dream Our World

Inside, my boys visit the museum of their dreams while enjoying a day of unsupervised fun. A gift that is fun for all ages.

Dream Our World is available from my shop and from Amazon.

Blue Puppy/Red Monster

Check you slippers in the morning, Mom.

Toby and I play a game where he gets a treat for touching the toy that I name. This day, we were playing “Blue Puppy/Red Monster”. He did well with Blue Puppy, but when I called out “Red Monster”, he bopped me on the head.

Sorry, Toby. There are no rewards in life for honesty.

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Layette Set (and other fine gifts) are available from my store.

Skip the Pie

Two nights ago we had a freeze warning, so I brought the decorative pumpkins inside.

And what did my wondering eyes see then

but a naughty brown dog chewing off all their stems.

Nom..nom..nom...

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Aagh! Gladys!

Aagh! We’d rather just have our stems chewed!

See what my naughty boys have been up to when you pick up a copy of Dream Our World. Inside, Geordie and Toby visit the museum of their dreams and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun.

Cover of the book Dream Our World

Dream Our World is available from my shop and from Amazon.

Black Pearls

What the heck, Toby. You must have swallowed one of my hairs. It's like a string of black pearls back here. This wouldn't happen if you didnt eat off the floor.
This wouldn't happen if you ran the vacuum more often!

But Toby, you hate the vacuum!

Back end of Cairn terrier sticks out from under the bed.

I know….

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Come with my boys as they visit the museum of their dreams in Dream Our World.

Cover of the book Dream Our World

This is an incredibly fun book enjoyed by readers of all ages. Inside Geordie and Toby view the world of art from a canine perspective while enjoying a day of unsupervised fun.

Dream Our World is available from my store and from Amazon.

Pumpkin Beard

Avast Maties! It is I, the Great Pumpkin Beard!
Oh no! Ants!!
You wouldn't hae this problem if you didn't fight me so hard about washing your face. But I was saving this for later!

Based on actual events.

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On Wednesday mom had to turn the compost. She let me in the garden with her but told me not to pee on the cabbages. I didn’t. I was a good boy. Instead I peed on my leash. Then while she tried to grab a non-peey part of my leash, I ran over and stuck my head in compost juice. (Her mix is too green and not enough brown so it smells very, very nasty…just the way we puppies like it.)

This day was so perfect! Nothing could possibly spoil it.

Oh, wait. Something can.

Cairn terrier stands over slain toy

I told you stories about me were more interesting!

Cover of the book Dream Our World

Come and read more stories about my boys’ adventures in Dream Our World. Inside my two little monsters view the world of art from a canine perspective and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun.

Dream Our World is available from my shop and from Amazon.

Don’t Read This (Paving My Road to Hell)

Jesus rejects supplicants because they are not wearing masks.

Ew!  get away!  You’re not wearing masks!

I told you not to read this.

Church is not for me. My mom loves it, though, and I love my mom, so I sit beside her to keep her company.  In this state, the rule is that if you are outside and more than 6′ away from another person, you don’t have to wear a mask.  Due to logistical issues, churches hold services outside instead of in their buildings.  Parishioners scatter themselves across the grounds and the parking lot.

Some people have decided that even outdoors and 6’+ away from other humans, they still feel at risk.  Rather than moving even further away from their neighbors, they decided to write to the priest who initiated a campaign of mask shaming.  I guess around here we have that super virus that is self-propelled.

This past week, the sermon was about being quiet and listening to hear God.  Of course the “bad guys” in the contemporary examples were young children wearing ear buds.  Somehow the priest failed to notice that there wasn’t a single moment of silence in that service for prayer or meditation.  It was filled entirely with organ music and singing.

Young cairn terrier looking over his shoulder.

I’m a terrier.  I am never quiet!

Before everyone left, the priest told listeners that they should be grateful to the volunteers who gave their time to sanitize, sanitize, sanitize the church.*  Then we were told to go forth in confidence and conquer our fears.  From the dirty looks I got when I laughed out loud, I presumed that wasn’t intended to be funny.

Thanks to the many hours I spend each day in the kitchen, I have plenty of quiet time to try to get in touch with a Higher Power.  Instead of amazing revelations, I find such idle questions as, “What happens to the left-overs after pressing olives for olive oil?” in my head.  (If you are curious,  they are dried in the sun and them compressed into briquettes to be used as heating fuel.)

I may not know God’s plans for me, but I know a teeny bit more about olives.

Actually, we puppies are born perfect. We don't need religion to find God like humans do.

*Not sure why all the sanitizing since the people are on the outside.

Oil painting of Westie puppy.

Oil painting of Westie puppy.

If you would like a pet portrait, order now before I am sent directly to hell!  Details about sizes and pricing – as well as other examples of my work – can be found at my website L Bowman Studios.

 

 

 

A Brush with Eww

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Years ago, I worked for a company doing repairs.  One day, a hugely wealthy client called for a repair job at his mansion.  (The residence was referred to as The Compound)  I refused to go unless I had an escort.  The company did not want to pay two employees to make one service call, so the work ended up being done at the business, not the mansion.  Over the years I would occasionally think about that incident and wonder what I may have missed by not going into such an expensive home.

Last week, I watched  a “Who Killed Jeffery Epstein” special to catch up on what had been going on since I hadn’t been keeping up with current events.  I  hadn’t realized that one of Epstein’s good buddies was Les Wexner – the owner of the mansion where my repair job was supposed to be done.  What was even creepier was that according to the program, this would have been right during the time period where Wexner’s residences were used by Epstein to lure and abuse young women.

Part of the job I did for the Wexner estate was making throw pillows for couches.  Now I wonder what atrocities those poor pillows may have witnessed….or participated in. Ick.
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Ew, just thinking about that makes me yark.
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