New Year

New Year’s Eve

This is nice. I wonder why humans only do it once every seven years?

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I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was asleep the whole time.

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I’m grateful that Murphy doesn’t seem to care much about fireworks. This year they weren’t much of a problem anyway. The day was incredibly soggy, and by midnight it was too wet to set more than a few off. Yay.

(By the way, our post is not late. This is Greek Orthodox New Year. Ha!)

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Dream Our World

Come see what else my boys have been up to in Dream Our World. 

Inside Dream Our World, Bitey and Toby visit the museum of their dreams, view the world or art from a canine perspective and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun.

Dream Our World and other fine gifts are available from my shop at L Bowman Studios.

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And So It Begins

For the final act of 2018, Toby managed to get into the bathroom and grab not just the end of the toilet paper but the whole roll.  “Gnaw, gnaw, gnaw” went the Toby.

And how did 2019 begin?  With Toby throwing up in his bed at 4:00 a.m. “Yark, yark, yark,” went the Toby.  But, dog puke is auspicious, isn’t it?

And so begins our new year….

Spitting Cottonballs

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Bitey Dog and Toby in POOPITER

Poopiter tells the illustrated tales of my boys during their first year together.  Sure to bring a smile to your face!

 

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