Ground Hogs Night

You guys know I submitted a bunch of sweet stamp ideas to USPS. Here was one for Ground Hogs Night. Print this out and glue it on your next letter. 

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Wuzzles

You guys remember that time Girl quit her job, changed her name to Smangela, and ran away to live with the wuzzles up in the trees... She showed me the ankle tattoo she got that summer while meowing nostalgic about it last night.

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Thaw

Any step that leaves the city concrete and onto actual Earth in Chicago after the winter thaw... 

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Friends Prt: III

Prt III - after hours of digging Woofslee can’t seem to remember where he buried his secret stash of bones. I’m afraid things aren’t looking good... 

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Friends Pt. II

Barkston took a chance on the new kid and kibble was shared. Now it’s time for reciprocation and there is trouble afoot...

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New Friend Pt. I

A healthy amount of skepticism has always worked out for Barkston when it came to meeting new dogs at the park. You have to sniff deeper than a casual butt whiff... who is this Woofslee guy and where exactly is this boneyard he’s been barking about? 

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TSA

You guys thought getting thru TSA was torture now, try the Triassic Security Administration. Nearly all infractions were penalized by being bitten in half... 

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Morning

You guys remember all those dooms day prepper shows where “experts” give insight into how best to hoard bullets and Spaghetti-Os? I wish they’d have a show that used the same scare tactics to implore me to both choose and set the clothing I’m planning on wearing the next day right next to the bed so I can slide directly into some semblance of the warmth from which I’m departing.

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Ferns

Do you guys pass that one bush/fern everyday on the way to work that you know is watching you and certainly disapproving of like you’re whole thing you have going on? 

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