The Greatest Christmas Gift

In grade school we had to do a play where characters needed to learn that the greatest gift was not gold or silver but love. I have come to learn that the greatest gift is not love: it’s poop.

Scherenschnitte=type picture of two doggies pooping.

Across north America we faced unusually cold temperatures over the Christmas holiday. In this area it was -5 with a windchill of -30 for days. I know other parts of the country had far worse weather (and our hearts go out to you!), but this was the worst that Toby had ever encountered.

My boy was willing to run out and do super-quick #1s, but when it came to #2 he said he could wait. And wait he did…for days and days. By Christmas eve, he was the crankiest puppy I had ever encountered. He had two meltdowns that day, just like a human toddler. He was in such a mood that he decided to start opening presents – any presents – even those not his.

I tried to tell him it was OK if he went inside. I even set out some piddle pads just in case. I told him he could go anywhere he wanted and not be in trouble, but he just looked at me as if I were crazy to even suggest such a thing. Sneakily I kept giving him pumpkin and coconut water, trying to make going so easy that he could get done before his paws froze to the ground.

Finally, late at night as shepherds kept watch and angels sang, Toby finally went #2. Of all the gifts I got for Christmas, I think this was the best.

Silly. Any dog could have told you that poop is the greatest gift.


In case your taste in gifts doesn’t run toward poo, consider a soft, warm cardigan. Classically styled Tweed Cardigans are comfortable enough to wear on chilly evenings at home yet handsome enough to wear to work or even to religious services. Hand knit of a merino wool/alpaca/Donnegal tweed blend, this extra soft cardigan will wrap you or your loved one in warmth for years to come.

Tweed Cardigans and other fine gifts are available from my shop at L Bowman Studios.


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….


Visit my shop to see the new collection of men’s hand knit cardigans and pullovers. Each one is knit with care of unbelievably soft merino merino/alpaca/tweed yarns. There are a variety of colors and sizes available.


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.

Blue and Yellow

Based on actual events.

Dog:  OK, the blue I understand. We've been eating blueberries. But what about the yellow?  
Woman:  Toby ate a banana peel.

Dog:  A banana peel? So what did you think of it?
I wouldn't kick it out of bed for eating kibble!

Guess how I found out Toby could jump high enough to reach the counter?


On the recommendation of our dear friend Max, I did check out the AKC’s Museum of the Dog. Oh my gosh, I had no idea such a place existed! It is located in New York City, but I think there should be branches in cities all over the world.

Unfortunately I missed the deadline for submitting a work to be considered for their Dog Days of Summer exhibit which started yesterday. I doubt I would have been chosen, but it would have been a hoot to try. Instead I have been trying to contact the museum to see if a book about a couple of familiar terriers might be a good fit with their gift shop. So far just voice mail messages and email forms but no replies. Toby says he is very much interested in getting into this museum so he can play like Ben Stiller when everyone goes home.

Cover of the book Dream Our World

If you would like to see what my boys like to do when they are alone in a museum, pick up a copy of Dream Our World. Dream Our World is available both from my shop and from Amazon.



Sadly another “Based on actual events” post….

Diana Prince does a transformation spin to become Wonder Woman.Diana Prince does a quick transformation spin to become Wonder Woman.

Spin!  Spin!  Spin!Oh my gosh Toby, what were you doing, standing on a turntable? Pretending to be a tonado?!?

Whee! I'm Wonder Woman!

I have never seen anything like this in al the years I have been taking care of pups.   Normally the process is to spin, then poo.  Not Toby.  He decided to combine the two into a new art form.  A really messy, far-flung art form.  Thanks, Toby.  All that poo-hunting out in the snow was great for my cold.



Cairn terrier stands over slain toy

What can I say?  I used to be fartsy, now I am artsy!


To learn even more ways that my boys are weird, pick up a copy of PoopiterPoopiter takes you through the boys’ first year together.

Cover of the book Poopiter

Poopiter is available from Amazon.

For a different kind of fun, come along with the boys to the Museum of the Imagination in Dream Our World!  Inside, the pups view the world of art from  a canine perspective all while enjoying a day of unsupervised fun.

Cover of the book Dream Our World

Dream Our World is available from Amazon.





Conversation Hearts

Box of tiny conversation hearts

For years these little candies have been a staple of Valentines Day.  (Made, as some say, of ear wax and chalk.)  My Dad decided that he wanted to get some for my Mom as sort of a joke since she doesn’t like them but he does.  Imagine our surprise when no one could find these little hearts at the store.   I guess couples these days prefer candies that actually taste good as opposed to ones that spark conversations.

Tiny box of conversation hearts.

OK, so I did finally find some for the Fogies to share.  What shocked me was the teeny, tiny size of the box.  I could hear maybe 8 candies rattling around inside.  For shame, Brachs.

My boys, on the other paw, were pretty creative with their gifts.  Geordie wrote one of his special messages for me.  This was the closest he has ever come to saying that he likes me.

Heart shaped poo

I kid you not: it was shaped like a heart.

Poo shaped like the Chinese character for "fire"

Toby’s was the Chinese word for “fire”.  (Perhaps he has a more ardent personality than I give him credit.)

So, if you have ever wondered what the most romantic day in the year is like in Bitey’s world, this is it.

To everyone, we wish you a Yappy Valentine’s Day!




Chocolate Mouse and Other Posterior Epistles

If you’ve known my boys for any length of time, you know that they are very communicative – from both ends.  It is easier to read their missives in the Winter because snow gives them a fresh, clean canvas on which to write.

Toby started our week with a perfect capital “W”.  In real life, it was much nicer and looked something like Times New Roman.  I played around with Photo Shop to try to create one, but mine looks more like caramel or butterscotch.

Chocolate W

Geordie was next with a cry for help.  At least the Photo Shopped version looks a bit more like chocolate.

Chocolate 911

Toby’s latest creation looked like this .  I am just hoping that Michael Eisner never finds out.

Chocolate mouse


To read more of my pups’ unusual lives, pick up a copy of Poopiter.  (In it, you can read their story, The Lao of Poo.)

Bitey Dog and Toby in POOPITER


First Week Memories

These memories are for when I look back and try to recall what Toby did at which stages of development.

During his first week….

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I had to add water to Toby’s kibble because he was too little to eat the chunks when they were dry.

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Toby didn’t know how to shake.  First he would shake the back end, then the front end.  He didn’t know how to shake them together to properly fluff his fur.


At first, Toby was too tiny to make the first step out of the front door, so I would carry him.  One time, I was carrying him inside my coat for the five steps from the front door to the snow when he just conked out.   I couldn’t bring myself to wake him, so I just stood there with the puppy tucked in my coat. Toby was too tiny to see, and as people drove past, they gave me the strangest looks.  (“Look at the odd woman standing in the yard looking at her coat!”)

Geordie wasn’t a happy camper because he had to wait inside.