When a balloon wins the affection of a child’s heart, beware of the scorned cat.

When it comes to keepin’ track
Some city slicker, no one is quicker than
That darn cat.
When a balloon wins the affection of a child’s heart, beware of the scorned cat.

– Yann Martel (1963 – present)

There are not very many types of relationships stronger than the sacred bond between a cowboy and his horse. I’m just glad that my pencil was able to capture the bliss.

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.

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.

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.
