I changed the name of this little cartoon to “Day to Day Dragon”, but I thought I would give you a bunch of previous cartoons to catch up on her.
Let’s switch things up a bit…August 2 is Coloring Book Day, so here is something for you to color!
I have a frightening amount of books. Most deal with animals, art, monsters and creatures, folklore, and ghost stories. Which, coincidentally, is a lot of what you’ll see on this site. 🙂
With Sunday being Pet Rock Day,I have something really special to show y’all.😃
I may have shown a pic of this earlier, when I got some boxes of stuff from my Mother’s house.
This is Scooter, one of a bunch of pet rocks I painted one summer at my grandparents’ house, probably in the late 70s or early 80s. He is the only one remaining; I have no idea what happened to the others,but I had a matched couple named Harold and Maude, an orange one called Orang Julius, and a violet-colored one named Rumplestilkin, among many others. All of them followed this general design of having a cute face at one end, and a body covered with flowers, leaves or a geometric design.
Scooter became a constant companion and traveled in my purse to school in a miniature aqua-colored backpack a friend gave me that fit him perfectly. I even took him out at night and put him in a doll bed on my bookshelf❤. When my parents got divorced, he got hastily packed up in my stuff.
Today, Scooter sits in a place of honor on my desk, holding down important small notes. He is very much worn from years of love, but I know he will outlive me, and whomever takes custody of him next. Who knows how old the rock is from which he is made?
This is a pic of me from 1989–more on how I know in a minute. But it’s Dog Day, folks!
I don’t have a dog right now, and it’s just as well; I don’t need anything right now that doesn’t poop in a litter box or a tray and I have to take it outside. But I love dogs, and at this time, my family had three; Trinket(not pictured but she was actually over to the right), my first dog, was an elderly dachshund-poodle mix and clearly the boss of the dogs; Toby(left) a mix of probably German shepherd and maybe collie; and Harold(right), a big, chunky mix of what I guess might have been husky and lab, maybe some collie or something else thrown in. This was back when most mixed-breed dogs were combinations of shepherds, spaniels, setters and small hounds. I miss those days.
We lived in Stone Mountain here, and my parents were still married. The shirt I am wearing was airbrushed in Panama City Beach using Tom Petty’s 1989 Spin magazine cover as reference. I had just returned from a trip with one of my best high school friends and her family to Panama City Beach and I had gotten that t-shirt done with the last speck of money I had brought on the trip with me!
Ah, those simpler times. I was starting college soon, and my parents’ marriage was about to come to a screeching, burning ruin, although I had no idea at the time. But my dogs got to live on at this house all to ripe old ages. I think Toby was the last to go, well into his teens. Our dogs were all outdoor dogs, but we spent a lot of time outdoors with them, plus they had heated doghouses and had it pretty darned good. In the last years of their lives each dog spent a lot of time inside so we could care for them more suitably.
Harold drove us crazy with his super-loud barking, Toby was an escape artist and Trinket liked bury rocks all over the place, but they were wonderful, funny, sweet dogs. I miss this little bunch.