Now my late dog, on the other hand, had a list of things-she-tried-to-eat far more extensive than any goat I've ever met. Wood. Pine needles. Wax. Clay. My little pony. Garbanzo beans. Chocolate candy, wrappers and all. How she lived as long as she did may forever remain a mystery.
Friday, March 24, 2017
Goat Logic
Now my late dog, on the other hand, had a list of things-she-tried-to-eat far more extensive than any goat I've ever met. Wood. Pine needles. Wax. Clay. My little pony. Garbanzo beans. Chocolate candy, wrappers and all. How she lived as long as she did may forever remain a mystery.
Friday, March 17, 2017
Peace and Love, Rapunzel
Your fairy tales, now with more tie-dye. Welcome to the Flower Tower.
Some of you may notice that I posted this on March 17, and are wondering what connection there is between Saint Patrick's Day and hippies. And the answer is, absolutely nothing except that I felt like drawing it. My first name does mean both "peace" and "Ireland," depending on who you ask, but that's probably stretching it.
Friday, March 10, 2017
Higher Authority
Mother - noun: the bringer of life and death. Several curious barn cats have narrowly escaped becoming an example of the latter bit.
Friday, March 3, 2017
The Date Escape
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