Posted on July 16, 2012, in Uncategorized and tagged Children, Doodlemum, Drawing, Family, Hair, Humour, Illustration, Life, Pen and Ink, Sketchbook. Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.
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LOL... ROFLMAO.... Thank you so much for the laugh... X
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Hilarious! Your sketches say it all!
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Morrrrrdorrrrr!
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People don't take the time to understand 'dog language'. It isn't hard to learn the difference betwe
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Ah you too❤️
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When I was young I lived in Brynmill and from my bedroom window I could see from Mumbles to Port Tal
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When I used to walk with the dog down by the Esplanade on the Wirral, I used to like the oil refiner
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Ah the days of “tatty hair”… how I remember them well… but now they are but a distant memory . 😀 xxxxxxxxx
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Yes, we had the tat brush. Oh god I hated the tat brush.
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Ouch…more like “Hairitage”. har har
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lol! Yes!
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Our granddaughter has learned to put it all in a pony tail before we can get to it (tangles and all). I got a big smile from this drawing today.
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They wise up so quickly, Evie normally hides behind the door but she knows there’s no escape!
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When my sister and I were small we used to beg to have our dad do our hair in the morning, because he was sooo much gentler than our mom. Of course, it always fell out by first recess.
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Hahaha! Yes Myles is no better at hairdo’s either!
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Ouch – yes 🙂 Do you use those hairbrushes Angie that have the metal spikes on them? I remember my mum using one on me – they must have been banned and have re-emerged as dog grooming brushes!
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Oooooh yes I remember those (shudder). I am a little kinder, I use plastic bristle brushes. 🙂
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The noise the brush made through my tangles made me squeal at my mom when she’d try to brush it–but it hurt, too! Now that I am “grown up” I use my fingers. (It’s REALLY curly–don’t know why we ever tried to tame it.)
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Well, when my sisters & I were little we all had short hair until old enough to take of it ourselves. Mind you there were five girls & two boys!!!!!
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