Twelfth Night

I am Sir Toby Belch! Do you think there will be more biscuits and ale? You don't know what belch means, do you?

Now is the twilight of the garden. The last of the veggies have been gathered and the plants uprooted. Tiny Toby has appointed himself my assistant in bringing the harvest down to a more manageable size.

After eating far too many green beans for such a small body, Toby whined for me to take him out. Fearing the potential consistency of such a bean-fueled accident, I rushed my boy outside. Under the watchful light of the moon, I was serenaded by the hindquarters of my puppy with the eternal refrain, “Toot, toot, toot”.

Ahh, the joys of a late summer’s night with a gassy terrier.

Terrier looking up at basket of green beans.

I will get those green beans.

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If you would like to spend even more time with my boys, pick up a copy of Dream Our World. Inside Bitey and Toby visit the museum of their dreams and view the world of art from a canine perspective.

Dream Our World

Dream Our World is available through inter-library loan or at my shop!

Eenie Meenie

…greenie beany!

Yes, most of the beans ended up in the puppy.  I eventually had to hide them on top of the fridge while I washed my hands.  Toby can turn into a mountain goat when he wants something.

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To capture sweet memories of your beloved furbeast, considering having a portrait done!

Oil painting of Westie puppy.

Visit my website at L Bowman Studios to learn more about ordering and pricing.