







Dogs. Lots of dogs, and all drawn with real ink. No computers needed, until posting on your blog, of course.
For those of you here in the States, hope this brings a smile on an otherwise glum Tax Day.

My sister reached out to me last week, and told me that her two-year-old wants to be Batman, but he refuses to drink his milk. She told him that Batman could only be big and strong because he drank HIS milk. My nephew didn’t believe her.
Hoping this visual helps him understand that even superheroes need their calcium.

I never had a real pet when I was a kid, unless you count goldfish won at a fair, or hermit crabs. Those kind of pets you can’t really play with. I learned the hard way that they don’t play fetch very well.
It’s always fun to see a kid enjoying a pet, and the pet enjoying a kid. It’s kind of a carefree moment that let’s you forget the worries of the world.

I was doodling around in Photoshop the other day, and started sketching a lion, which led to me remembering that old Aesop’s Fable of the mouse who freed the lion from a trap, and they became buddies.
One thing led to another, and the doodle became a digital illustration just for the fun of it. Why not, right?

Dragons can sure be intimidating, but some lads are either too brave or too stupid to be bothered with intimidations.

Hope he has success in getting the bus to stop. That morning commute can be a bear.

As the morning mists began to lift across the dew-laden grass, a small glint of sun was visible on the peak of the helmet on the steely eyed warrior bunny prepared to do battle for dominance of the strawberry patch. It was going to be a sweet day of victory.
