Happy Halloween from Harmony with Animals!
… I am attempting, in an act that goes above the superhuman (leaning toward the superfeline, even), to integrate something new into this site. It might get dirty. It might get messy. Beware. Be very, very ware…
Ahem. In other words, I’m under the hood of my website, staring at the grease-streaked hoses, wondering why the hell not as my creativity chugs along. So if things get weird here for awhile (well, weirder than normal), that’s why.
Crossing my fingers and the creek don’t rise, you can scroll down to see blog posts appearing as normal beneath this very strange and oddly wide area of the site which you are reading right now. This strange area itself, though, may morph and change like a Transformer toy left on the barbecue.
This spot right here is where my illustrations should appear when I ask them to nicely. And if they don’t, I’m sending Sneaky Kitty in to dust for prints. Or for treats. Whichever comes first.
(Paragraph 1) It’s getting crowded here in the whale belly (called Wha’bly by us locals). The dog population is booming. I don’t know how I’m going to feed this many critters, let alone keep their beds clean and dry, what with the whale’s digestive juices sloshing around.
(Paragraph 2) I did have a brief reprieve, however, of the sneezing-and-body-ache variety. The whale kicked me out for a few days, presumably to lower its internal mucous count.
(Paragraph 3) But I showed Wha’bly. I hid my pencil and eraser in the recesses of my costume. I then stole away from my sea-creature studio to draw dog cartoons even while I was sick.
(Paragraph 4) Yes, friends. I am that dedicated to dog doodles. I did not even mistake a single cartoon for a stiffish kleenex. Of this I am proud.
(Paragraph 1) I am still sequested in my imaginary whale belly [Editor’s note: What if I only think it’s imaginary?] so that I may focus in a focused way on the illustrations for Chase the Ball. Dog drawings abound. They do not actually need to be fed.
(Paragraph 2) A cold was caught by me.
(Paragraph 3) Though I tried valiantly not to work while I battled said bug, I did work, but only when no one was looking. Certainly not when whales glanced my way.
(Pagragraph 4) I have not yet blown my nose on my art.
I have a fabulous announcement to make. Which I will make, as soon as Wha’bly lets me back in.
Me: “I swear I’m not contagious.”
Until the fateful day when I stop my random groans and sneezes, know this. If you are someone who…
… I may have a solution for you. Woot! Or, as we say in Wha’bly: Woof!
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