Can YOU Say Naïve?

I was well into my mumble mumble mumble (insert age when I should have known better) when we got Sammy.  It wasn’t the first time I had a dog but it WAS the first time where I was a major part of the decision making and care for the animal.

Sammy was a purebred Golden Retriever and there was much discussion about neutering. We had no ambitions of breeding him so after a few heartfelt talks we decided it was for the best.

On a bright and sunny day we drove him to the vet and after a few belly rubs and kisses we left him in the capable and loving hands of Dr. Kramer. The next day we picked him up…..complete with the cone of shame.

(I can’t prove it but I THINK he gave us the ‘stink eye’ as we put him in the car……)

When we got home I made a comfy, cushy bed for him (to assuage my guilt) and he climbed tentatively onto the pile of blankets I had assembled.  But, as he did his circling routine before lying down I noticed something…...or rather I noticed a LACK of something.

I must have audibly gasped because Husband looked at me quizzically and asked what was wrong. I was in such shock I couldn’t even articulate what I was seeing…..or rather what I was NOT seeing.

You see, Husband had had a vasectomy a few years earlier and I THOUGHT I knew the procedure pretty well. I thought that was the way they did it for animals too. SNIP SNIP all done! Easy peasy!

But apparently it’s different in the animal kingdom. They don’t just snip the vas deferens. Nope. They remove the testicles COMPLETELY!!!!!

I was…..surprised. No, I was aghast! And I felt so guilty that for the weeks following the ‘procedure’ I gave Sammy so many extra treats Dr. Kramer admonished me about his weight!

 

(Keep in mind while reading this that we had all of our cats neutered (before we got Sammy) and I didn’t think twice about THEM! Go figure…….LOL)

 

Throcky had a similar experience……

A Break From Digital

 

.......à la Carla Sonheim's blob faces.

And Here Comes The ‘Letdown’……

I get so excited about an idea in the beginning. I go into it with everything I’ve got. I work with gusto and excitement.  The muse is humming along with me and all is right with the world…….

Then I start to lose interest. I can see the finish line but I start to question every move, every line, every decision……

And I get to a point where I just don’t want to work on it anymore.

It’s garbage.

It was a lousy idea from the start.

But there are hours and hours of WORK in there! It deserves to be shown! Or does it?

And so it goes…..time after time…..and here I am again at the ‘letdown’ stage.

But I promised myself I’d finish it (to the best of my ability and patience) and I’d post it!

Put them all together and you get this:

I still see places where it could use some 'tweaking' and I haven't decided if the last four panels need a background color......should it be a 'board book' instead?...... a 'flip book'?......am I having delusions of grandeur?????? 

Right now I'm just tired of it......the letdown stage......

BUT.....I did finish it!!!!! (to the best of my ability and attention span.....at least there's that....)

I need to lie down now.

What I've Been Up To

It may seem like I have fallen off the face of the earth lately but I assure you I'm still here. 

Quiet.....but here. 

I've been working on an idea.......

It might turn into a comic.....or a 'board book'......not sure where it's going. 

BUT.......

I am DETERMINED  to FINISH!!!

We'll see..........

(and I'm surprised at how hesitant I am to show it.....lol. I wonder what that's all about....?)

♫♪♫♪♫♪….Day is done

Gone the sun, Safely rest, Go to sleep……♫♪♫♪♫♪ (slightly paraphrased but you get the idea)

TableyOne has shuffled off this mortal coil…..He was a good Tabley. He served me well and long. I’m saddened but glad I still have backups and my SD card.

Not sure what the protocol is for burial though……..

Caricature

I'm reading a book on caricature. Not that I want to DO caricatures....but I thought it might loosen up my faces a bit. They start to all look the same to me after a while. I thought it would help. 

Maybe......maybe not......lol.

Change of Plans

I had plans for this guy but apparently my subconscious had other ideas. 

I know enough now not to fight it, lol.

I have no idea what my subconscious is trying to tell me......but he's amusing! 

My Scale is a Heartless Bitch

 

Need I say more? 

(and NO, that is NOT how much I weigh. This is just for illustration purposes! LOL)

Ode to a Dead Pixel

I got a new Kindle

I caved, I bought one

I said that I wouldn’t

But I did, now it’s done

 

It’s small

And convenient

And I like it a lot

BUT it’s got a dead pixel

Right there

On that spot

 

It’s not very big

And I don’t really care

But it’s distracting

And ugly

And it’s always there

 

Right there on the page

On the left hand side

I can’t seem to ignore it

No matter how hard I try

 

I can’t take it back

It won’t go away

So I’ll just have to live with it

Day……after day…….after day……

THE DENTAL SWEEPSTAKES

A fortune in fabulous prizes may go to any one of our lovely patients today.

Let’s welcome our first contestant.

She is a senior who has been a regular patient at our clinic for years. She tells us she regularly flosses and uses our outlandishly expensive, specially formulated toothpaste.

Let’s take a look! 

Open wide!

DING DING DING DING DING

CONGRATULATIONS!!!

You are our grand prize winner!!!!

Let’s see what she’s won, Alex……. 

Two shiny new crowns, a root canal and a bill the size of the annual budget of the Principality Of Liechtenstein!!!!!!

Thank you for playing THE DENTAL SWEEPSTAKES! 

We hope you’ll play again soon! 

Enjoy your prizes!

YAY? 

Peter Clarence

 When I was little BigBro had a parakeet. He named him Peter Clarence. (How we knew it was a ‘he’ I don’t know…....but I digress….)

He was a pretty shade of blue.

And he ‘sang’.  At least that’s what everybody said he was doing.

I guess the reason I’m thinking about Peter Clarence lately is because it’s spring. And the birds are singing their little hearts out…..like, NON-STOP…….at the crack of dawn…….and into the night……

NON-F*%KING-STOP…….

Don’t get me wrong,  I enjoy nature…..and listening to the birds chirping……seeing the other critters doing their springtime rituals.

Mostly…..

I just wish they would confine their amorous antics to a more reasonable time schedule. I mean, I GET that the early bird catches the worm and all but couldn’t they do it a little more QUIETLY at four AM??????

Tooth Whitening Ad Gone Wrong

 

 Tooth whitener advertisement gone wrong.....a la Lewis Rossignol style......

Moses Supposes

 

Moses supposes his toeses are Roses,

But Moses supposes Erroneously,

Moses he knowses his toeses aren't roses,

As Moses supposes his toeses to be!

Moses supposes his toeses are Roses,

But Moses supposes Erroneously,

A mose is a mose!

A rose is a rose!

A toes a toes!

Hooptie doodie doodle

Moses supposes his toeses are Roses,

But Moses supposes Erroneously,

For Moses he knowses his toeses aren't roses,

As Moses supposes his toeses to be!

Moses

(Moses supposes his toeses are roses)

Moses

(Moses supposes erroneously)

Moses

(Moses supposes his toeses are roses)

As Moses supposes his toeses to be!

A Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose is

A rose is for Moses as potent as toeses

Couldn't be a lily or a daphi daphi dilli

It's gotta be a rose cuz it rhymes with mose!

Moses!

Moses!

Moses!

For those of you who don't recognize this little ditty....here's a link to the reference:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zFAlZttXfvE

(Sometimes I just have to get these things out of my head!)

It's Just a Sketchbook

 

I've always wanted to be able to draw weird and wonderful 'places' from my imagination. And although I have a highly active imagination I struggle with this type of sketching. 

What to do? Copy someone of course! LOL 

This is from an ad that popped up in my Facebook feed for a Domestica course.

 (I'm sorry, I don't remember the artist or the name of the course......I tried looking for it but I can't find it.)

 It's not nearly as good as the art I copied from but It's not a bad start if I do say so myself......

Take THAT Covid19!

 

Arbitrary Art

 

Sometimes the 'to-do' list is long but somebody's gotta do it! 

A Story.....

 There were very few career opportunities for someone who looked like Icky.

Ichabod Potter was his full name but his mother nicknamed him Icky. He always felt it was her twisted way of pointing out he was less than what she expected for a son. It was a way to state, unequivocally, her disappointment in him every day.

That fact alone explains a lot. Particularly the sadness in his eyes.

To add to his troubles he was extremely tall, skinny and to make matters worse he was exceedingly clumsy. But most of all his nose had always been the bane of his existence.

All through school he was bullied and teased about his nose.

In the end it was his salvation.

Because of his nose and what his doctor called his ‘nasal acuity’ he was sought after by many well know companies. Perfume companies, tea companies, wineries, even the government! He had the pick of well paying jobs laid at his feet.

He chose wisely and lived quite comfortably.

Every week he visited his mother at the diner where she still worked as a waitress.

And when he left he made sure he gave her an extra large tip……ya’ know, just to ‘rub her nose in it’………lol.

tHE yEAR IN rEVIEW

 

MERRY CHRISTMAS

 

Full Circle

You know you've fulfilled your life's ambition when your kids start putting YOUR art on THEIR refrigerator!