Mind your own Beezle Wax SkADaMo 2017 3

Yep, still with the animal combos… and loving it!

Also, wanted to dip back into the Illustration Friday fun. So, as usual I stretched this post to fit the theme “Wax“. That’s just how I roll, so just mind your own beezle wax. Get it… beezle wax… never mind.

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HoHoDooDa 2014 Day… oh who knows

Just when you thought you were safe from puns for the rest of the holidays…

Why not take a stroll on over here for links to see what the rest of the HoHoDooDa doodlers are doing.

Oh, and if you are wondering what the heck HoHoDooDa is, check this out.

SkADaMo 2014 Day 6

The breeding process to achieve the hybrid, Crabrador was not exactly a smooth one.

Ok, so internet sensation, Meowls and Dirds got me to thinking. What other animal combinations could one come up with.

Oh, and if you’re wondering what SkADaMo is, check this out.

SkADaMo 2013 Day 13

“Doggie Bag”

Beulah was bullish about hoity-toity bags.

Wow, it’s the SkADaMO 2013’s two week anniversary eve! You should check out what the other doodlers are doodling here!

SkADaMo 2013 Day 8

“Melon Collie”

What’s with all the dogs lately? At least that’s what my cat Iggy seems to be saying, as she stomps across my keyboard. So I added a feline counterpart, for fear of retribution.

So hey, stop on by here and check out what the other SkADaMoers are up to

SkADaMo 2013 Day 7

“Dog Eat Dog”

… and the puns and idioms just keep coming!

Trot on over here to see what the other SkADaMo participants are up to today!

IF: Totem (late)

THE BREMEN TOWN MUSICIANS
The Brothers Grimm

The donkey, the largest of them, approached the window and looked in.

“What do you see, Gray-Horse?” asked the rooster.

“What do I see?” answered the donkey. “A table set with good things to eat and drink, and robbers sitting there enjoying themselves.”

“That would be something for us,” said the rooster.

“Ee-ah, ee-ah, oh, if we were there!” said the donkey.

Then the animals discussed how they might drive the robbers away, and at last they came upon a plan. The donkey was to stand with his front feet on the window, the dog to jump on the donkey’s back, the cat to climb onto the dog, and finally the rooster would fly up and sit on the cat’s head. When they had done that, at a signal they began to make their music all together. The donkey brayed, the dog barked, the cat meowed and the rooster crowed. Then they crashed through the window into the room, shattering the panes.

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A couple of weeks ago the Illustration Friday word of the week was “totem.” I’m telling you, time flies, because I’m just getting to it up now. Better late than never, I suppose!

lonely

Puddle hoped this subtle hint would get him some face-time with his busy human.

When I heard what the Illustration Friday theme was for this week, this little image popped into my head, so I thought I’d run with it.

HoHoDooDa Day 4

Ouch, I know, really pushing the pun thing today.

Can’t help it.

I like the puns.

But, for more holiday fun, some awesome illustration and possibly less pun-ridden sentiments, stop by and check out Marion and Laura’s HoHoDooDa shenanigans!

ferocious

The kitten seemed unfazed by Buster’s ferocious, canine prowess. The little hairball obviously did not know who he was dealing with.

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The Illustration Friday theme this week is “ferocious.”

So, decided to throw a little color on a quick sketch. It’s fun to not agonize for a change, hee hee!

cat got your tongue?

putting on the dog

The fact that her job as hostess
at the Olive Garden was
less than lucrative, did not stop Thelma
from putting on the dog last Saturday night.

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dogtown

I’ve been around the block a few times, (if you know what I mean,) and I’ve done a thing or two in this life. I’ve also put off doing a thing or two in this life.

It’s been said often and I absolutely agree with this advice: The things you regret most, at the end of your life are not the things you have done, but the things you have not done. So in that spirit, although it may be a wee bit early to start a “Bucket List,” I feel it would be a grand idea to make a concerted effort to DO more… you know, be a doer.

In my thirties, skydiving sounded like a great way to affirm your life, if for no other reason, giving you a valid reason to give mother earth a great big bear hug once you made it back alive! But I have news for you, it’s not going to happen now. I no longer have the desire, nor do I have (and this is the important part,) the cojones.

However, among the items on my list, be they courageous, interesting, altruistic, important or just plain fun, the thing I might just consider adding…is skateboarding.

Mmmm hmmm, you heard me. Skateboarding.

A middle aged woman careening down narrow sidewalks, annoying denizens of the nearest strip mall, shouting “Skateboarding is not a crime” sound ridiculous to you?

Hmmmm, you might have a point. Ok, maybe I’ll just add: rent “Dogtown” to my list and call it a day.

opposites

Got up this morning just to find,
the sun was dark and blue.
I had to go to school today,
because I had the flu.

My dog meowed, my kitty squeaked,
my mouse let off a roar.
I realized my feet were on
the ceiling not the floor.

Mom asked for my permission,
Dad asked for my advice.
My sister was considerate,
not only once, but twice.

I heard a very funny joke,
that made me sad and tearful.
But when I fell and skinned my knee,
I felt so glad and cheerful.

I have to go to bed because,
it is now broad daylight,
then wake up fresh and lively,
in the middle of the night.

I’m not sure what is happening,
things are not as they seem.
My eyes are open, I’m awake
and yet I’m in a dream.

soar

FLYING WEINER DOG

The Illustration Friday theme for this week is “Soar…”

…and who among us, upon being asked to depict “soaring”, hasn’t conjured up an image of the quintessential icon of grace and all that is lofty, the flying wiener dog?

Who, I ask you?

Just me, you say?

Ahem…well, ok then.

Just moments ago, our backyard was visited by three raccoons. This visitation was heralded by the guttural caterwauling of Joey our big black kitty. Joey has made it clear he is not nearly as entertained by the masked interlopers as Tom and I are. We gently shush Joey, trying to make sure he doesn’t scare the coons away. But they’re too smart. They know we’re there watching them, and they put on a short but sweet little show of waddling and clowning before they scamper off into the night.

So, I choose to interpret the apperance of our three guests as a good omen for 2008. In fact, I plan to, as often as possible, soar through this next year with all the good humor, grace and hopefulness of the beloved flying wiener dog herself.

Happy New Year everyone!

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