|Espresso, "You're pushing your luck, hoomin."|
|Gus, "I'm sorry, sir. The Dinner Bouquet Garden is closed. And you were never on the list."|
|Espresso, "That's right, that's what think of you."|
|Charlie, "OK, that's enough! Break it up - break it up! Get outta here, right now!"|
Good evening, Everybun!
We had a pretty good day. I had all the head rubs, crunchy pellets, and snorgles that I could stand. I didn't even have to harassstle my hoomin for seconds. He knows better by now. I napped and gritted my teeth while he painted with one paw and rubbed my cheek with the other. That's the kinda multitasking we need more of in the world.
And the rest of the day went to arting and napping. Is there a better copium for days like these?
Good night, and good luck!
PS: "Graham Cracker and Mel" moved to the rough color stage. The good news is this can be reworked fairly easily. The bad news is this can be reworked fairly easily. If bun's not careful, it can become the "forever painting." I can already tell hoomin will work up a simplified version if only to satisfy his morbid "what if" curiosity. Can you tell how this "whatifism" wants to go on and on?
|"Graham Cracker and Mel" ... first color prototype.|
|"Graham Cracker and Mel" ... a hint for values to be yet worked out.|
Your human has many talents besides scratching ears.
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