Posts Tagged ‘story’

Urban Wolf

Thursday, July 4th, 2013

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I’m trying out a new format for my dog stories.


Another kind of dog.

Wednesday, March 27th, 2013

(Please click on the images if you have trouble reading the dialog.)

There have been quite a few children’s books about dogs.  Lovable, people loving dogs.  I’m writing a book about my dog, but he’s a bit different.  My boy needs personal space.  Strangers are to be seen from a distance and they’re definitely NOT supposed to come up and manhandle his butt.  Even if they do it while saying “Who’s a good boy then?”

I can’t really blame him.  If someone came up and manhandled my butt and said, “Who’s a good girl then?”  I would be VERY upset and prone to physical violence.

Sometimes I wonder if he ‘s seen  one to many Public Service Announcements about strangers.

And let’s face it, there is nothing stranger than some children.

When I say children that includes babies.  As I’ve said before, in my Christmas story (  ), my dog can’t stand babies but he does like their toys.  He’d never hurt a child but stealing from them is not a moral issue for him.


There is a type of child my dog likes.  My furry guy  likes to be treated like just another kid.

He may not know what is going on but he gives it his all.

There is only one problem with gaining my dogs trust. . .

I got my flu shot.

Thursday, January 31st, 2013

I got my flu shot!

I don’t know if this happens to you, but when I get my flu shot I have feelings of invincibility.   I feel like I can do crazy things!  It’s like no matter what  happens at least I won’t catch the flu. Or, at least, there is only a 3% chance of getting the flu.  And those are my kind of odds.

But still, I hold back,  I’m no fool.

This time, after I got my shot, I went on the web and read up on what the flu shot was all about.  That’s when I was horrified to learn that  it takes two weeks to get the full effect from the inoculation.  I was still fair game for the flu bug.

Well, that sure put a damper on my euphoria.

So, I’ll soldier on with my tradition flu vigil.

But in two weeks, watch out!  I’ll be 3% more dangerous than I am now.



A Christmas Dog.

Thursday, December 6th, 2012

Our dog is a Christmas dog. We try to hold off letting him know that it’s holiday time because he can get  intense.

Every year he gets the same three presents.  A large hard plastic ball w/ holes cut into it to reveal yet another ball inside, a small throwing ball, and a hedgehog that snorts and squeaks.

He has acquired the knowledge that during the holiday season people buy presents that they carry in shopping bags decorated for Christmas.  He also believes that the odds are in his favor that the shopping bags carried by strangers might contain a present for him .  It’s a number’s thing.

Unfortunately, one of our favorite parks to walk in is next to a mall.  There was a “incident” with my dog and some teens carrying home their Christmas shopping.  Luckily they got off with just a Nose mugging. (major sniffing)

My dog thinks that babies are boring.  He has no interest in them until Christmas because, let’s face it, stealing a present from a baby is like stealing candy from a baby.

And babies don’t  know how to play with a Busy Box properly. (I got him a Simon Game from a thrift store one year.  He loved it until it broke in about 10 minutes.)


On Christmas morning we have to make sure that our furry boy gets one of his presents first.  Otherwise we have a lot of whining and nose pushing.  His technique for opening a present is almost surgical.  He really would rather not tear the paper.  I’d like to believe that he appreciates the effort we took to wrap him a pretty package.

Since he doesn’t like destroying the wrapping paper, if a present is too difficult to open he will whine until we start it for him.

Once his presents are open he is in doggy heaven with the same 3 toys we have gotten him almost every year.  We have tried other toys and snacks too, but apparently they were yucky.

For at least an hour on Christmas morning we have this (see below).

Like I said, he’s in doggy heaven.



The Owl and the Pussycat, a NEW embroidery pattern!

Friday, November 2nd, 2012

   I had a client suggest that I create a Owl and Pussycat embroidery pattern.  It had been a while since I had worked on my embroidery designs so I jumped right on it.  I worked on it like a Demon too.  She contacted me yesterday afternoon and here it is the middle of the next day and the pattern is done.

This pattern is now on sale at my Etsy store.  Here is the link:



It’s Weasel Time!

Friday, September 16th, 2011

One of my favorite steps in children’s book illustration is charactor design.

First I collected realistic images of weasels. 

 Then I collected cartooned images of weasels. 

I study both to get what I need.

See the weasel circled above?  I really like him but he is not too child friendly. I will save him for my Adult weasel book.

This weasel is suppose to be young.  And you know what that means,  Big Head Time!

Okay, getting close.  The first one looks like an alien, but the second one Pure Magic!

Oh Yah,  almost there.

Adorable and cranky!  Success!

FACT: I took me about 150 sheets of paper to get to the final drawing.  Front and back.

TIP:  Don’t hold back.  Draw EVERY idea that comes into your head.  It doesn’t matter if they’re good or not.  You learn something with each drawing.

Happy Chocolate Memories – #1 Easter

Friday, April 22nd, 2011

My family isn’t religious, so Easter at my childhood home was about candy. . .  Oh, and the Easter Bunny, of course, But mainly it was the candy.

My folks would fill our baskets with an obscene amount of goodies.

For me the best thing in my basket was the chocolate rabbit.

The basket would include M&M’s and foil covered chocolate eggs.  Unfortunately, there would also be Peeps and Jelly Beans.  Peeps and jelly beans are just plain sugar.  NO chocolate what-so-ever.  In my world candy is good ONLY if it contains chocolate. 

On the Chocolate Rabbit there was a small sugar tablet eye. Who would put such an impurity on a thing as lovely as a Chocolate Rabbit?  It was a horrible single, yellow & blue staring eye. (For some reason, the whites on our chocolate rabbits eyes where yellow where the white should be.)


  I would give all my peeps, jelly beans and rabbit eyes to my little sister.  As much as I liked chocolate she liked sugar.  Pure old white sugar.  If we had Oreos, she would lick the filling out of the center and hand me over the two remaining chocolate cookies.  At birthday parties her favorite part of the cake was the frosting flowers.  We’re not talking GOOD frosting flowers, but the heavy, way-too-sweet, nasty frosting flowers.  After the party if there was any cake left any remaining frosting flowers would mysteriously disappear.

At restaurants she would suck on sugar packets.


The preparation and eating of a chocolate Easter rabbit was important to me.  Instead of eating the rabbit right away I would stick it in the refrigerator.   I wouldn’t eat it until it was rock hard.


Being hard as a rock,  it would take several munching sessions to finish the rabbit.  Easter wasn’t officially over until the last of the rock hard rabbit was eaten.