At least that glorified little rat isn’t in my bed.
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He’s eyeing my bed, isn’t he?
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Don’t tell him I’m here.
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Aah, a few minutes without that little booger.
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Shhh, don’t tell him I’m here.
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Heh heh…don’t tell him I have another bed!
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sleeping
Beds
Geordie Bed
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Toby Bed
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Murphy Bed
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As soon as I brought this bed home for Murphy, he crawled into it and didn’t come out for 16 hours.
What time is it? I don’t care. Just wake me when it’s spring.
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Catch up with what Bitey and Toby have been doing with Dream Our World. Inside, the two brothers view the world of art from a canine perspective and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun at the Museum of the Imagination.
Dream Our World, and other fine gifts, are available from my shop at L Bowman Studios.
Satan’s Little Helper
Today is the day I change linens and gather dirty laundry. Toby decided to come in and “help” me. (How can something so evil be so cute?)
Who says the two are mutually exclusive?
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Want to have even more adventures with Bitey Dog and Toby? Then pick up a copy of Dream Our World. Inside the boys view the world of art from a canine perspective and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun.
Dream Our World is available from my shop at L Bowman Studios.
Nude Reclining on Sofa – Oil on Canvas
Toby insisted that I paint this picture for him. (He is fascinated with pretty girls.)
I would be even more interested if the painting smelled like something other than linseed oil.
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Care to see what other artwork the boys enjoy? Then come with them to the Museum of the Imagination and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun! Dream Our World and other fine gifts are available from my shop at L Bowman Studios.
@#$&*!
I’m so angry I can’t see straight. I have been waiting six months for an appointment with a neurologist to find out what might be wrong with me. After being turned down for two jobs, I thought maybe it was fate’s way of telling me that I needed more information before promising an employer I could do X or Y tasks. This afternoon – Friday at 4:00 pm – I got a call saying that my appointment on the 30th has been canceled and moved to May. It’s as if I were a brand new patient moved to the back of the line instead of someone who has been waiting for six months (and nearly a year before that). It appears that my health issues will continue to be mine to figure out, because no one else can be bothered.
Mommy made me go for an angry walk with her, and now I’m pooped.
Pretty sure I’m going to call that doctor’s office Every. Single. Day. until I get the answer I want. I also plan to see if I can get a referral to someone out of network. Someone who can keep an appointment.
Bedtime: Not As Much Fun As It Used To Be
The prolonged heat of this summer has left me with another case of eyes so swollen and sore that I can barely see. Having the air of fans or AC blowing across them – even while I sleep – has caused a serious enough situation that I needed to take action.
I tried a bandana, but that didn’t work.
Not my image
If your eyes are bad enough, there are sleep goggles to keep your eyes hydrated at night. They also make you look a bit like Carrie-Anne Moss in The Matrix. The catch? They are around $60+ shipping, and they only last a few months.
As an alternative, I found someone’s more economical suggestion of using clingy plastic wrap to cover your eyes. I don’t have plastic wrap, so I borrowed some for my nocturnal experiment. That night I put a big blob of what amounts to ophthalmic petroleum jelly in my eyes, wrapped them up and tried to sleep.
The plastic wrap was hot and crackly, but it did clue in to something I hadn’t known before. I had never realized that I open my eyes even before I fall asleep. The plastic crackled every time I did, and I would force myself to close them again. Sadly, the gel and the plastic wrap still did not solve my problem.
Yup, the next step was taping my eyes closed.
I am one of those lucky individuals who has a negative reaction to the adhesive on surgical tape and Band Aids. This led me on a hunt for hypoallergenic tape that wouldn’t cause my eyes to swell shut. (Although that probably would have solved my problem.)
Interestingly, while searching to tape, I found out that the latest fad is “mouth taping”. Seriously. It promotes breathing through your nose while you sleep, and it is supposed to cause you to sleep more deeply and wake more refreshed. Imagine all those logopthalmic mouth breathers all taped up like mummies at night!
I still haven’t discovered a proper solution to my problem, but I’ve found that using tape and plastic wrap over my eyes gives the most comfortable results. (My mom cringed when I told her that. “Comfortable?” she asked. Oddly enough, yes.)
Isn’t there someone out there who would like to adopt a little terrier? I am a good boy, and I don’t bark too much. Please?
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Oil painting of Westie puppy.
Capture memories of your own furry companion with a pet portrait from L Bowman Studios. Pet portraits make great gifts for birthdays or Christmas. You can also order one as a loving tribute for a friend or family member who has lost someone dear to them.
Information about sizes and pricing are available at my website: L Bowman Studios.
Sleeping Angels
Last night I found Toby hidden in a little corner next to my desk. I thought it was funny to see him sleeping with his head on my hard, wooden sewing basket and his butt pressed against a soft, comfortable pillow. I grabbed my camera and snapped a picture before he could wake up. I didn’t realize until this evening when I went to edit it that he looked exactly like the picture of sleeping Geordie on the pillow. Aw, my little angel boys!
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Don’t forget to pick up a copy of Dream Our World. Inside, not-so-angelic Bitey and Toby visit the museum of their dreams and view the world of art from a canine perspective.
Dream Our World is available from Amazon and from a museum (conveniently located near me but distressingly far from all of you).
Sleeping in Stereo
Normally Toby likes sleeping in his kennel. He even has a performance he puts on when he wants to go in at night. For some reason, last night was an exception. He cried and whined as soon as the lights were turned out. I opened his door to see what he wanted. He didn’t go to his dish. He didn’t go to the door. Instead, he ran to the bedroom where Geordie was sleeping in the laundry.
Toby isn’t usually allowed in the bedroom because he is still young enough to be a destructive force of nature, but last night I made an exception. While Toby fussed and investigated all the corners, I decided to leave for a few minutes and let him figure things out on his own. When I came back, I found this:
He had found some lap blankets and made a little bed for himself.
Geordie was less than thrilled to have The Usurper in his own private room. (Geordie and I have arguments over whose room it really is.) He huffed and puffed and made discontented noises all night to let me know he was not happy.
Life’s the same
We’re sleeping in stereo
Life’s the same
Except for the toots.
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Don’t forget, if you still have any Amazon gift cards from the holidays, a copy of Poopiter would make a great gift for yourself!
The Adventures of Bitey Dog 