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Hair-berg.

I just pulled this out of my plug hole tonight. It just kept on coming. Obviously I wasn’t going to keep this to myself so I went and traumatised the family with the pileous beastie. Much screaming ensued.
hair berg

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Sharing a drink.

When I brought Bonnie home, Arnie left the house for three days.
When he finally returned, I had to train Bonnie not to chase after him and after a few months, we made great progress.

What has not changed from the start is that they both share the same drinking bowl. I’m always surprised at this as Arnie has a particular look he reserves for “his” dog and that is one of utter disgust. They are not friends but they tolerate each other’s existence.

Bonnie drinks like she’s had a mouthful of anaesthetic injections with plenty of dribble and slobber. As though she has never drunk water before and she’s trying it for the first time. It’s spectacular and very, very noisy.

Now this is where it gets strange. Arnie will simply not have his own bowl and wherever Bonnie’s water bowl is placed in the house, you will find Arnie waiting for his turn after the tidal wave of doggy drinking has finished. He will then stoop in a neat arrangement of paws and and lap quietly.

Dogs are strange but cats are just unexplainable.

shlop

Rolling.

Christmas wrapping paper, present buying, panic, panic, panic. I am not ready for Christmas, I haven’t even got the decorations out of the loft yet. The whole street is lit up like an airport landing strip and our house sits in darkness.
Hang on a minute, it’s only the 5th of December.
When did Christmas start this early?
Santa gets Elves, I want an elf, an organised one please.
rolling

Tickly.

I am not tickly

A dry week.

Being a blue haired smurf like takes work and the dye washes out fairly quickly with each wash so I have come to appreciate the joys of dry shampoo. Probably a bit too much but I do notice that the more I use the thicker my hair gets. Now that’s not a problem unless you have a thatch of hair like me.

*Since this post has gone to print, I have now washed my hair.

Enjoy day twenty of Inktober.
dry shampoo

My crown slipped.

Day ten of Inktober.
My crown slipped

Pencil eater.

I am aghast.

An artist’s dog should know that there are many things you may chew but pencils, pencils are utterly unforgivable.

What were you thinking Bonnie?

Still I found a new one to draw about it tonight.

My pencil

Blue.

When your latest dye job takes a bit better than you imagined it would. Move over Marge Simpson…

blue

All that glitters.

glitterbug

The smell of bacon.

Yes I’m cooking bacon, yes I see your nose has brought you from a deep sleep to my side. No there isn’t any spare, no you can’t have a bit.
Oh alright…
smell of bacon

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