Happy Booday to Me
Spring has sprung, but instead of flowers, it brings with it some monsters in the making.
In between puppy chaos, I've managed to experiment with some new figures, changing up my style a bit which has been fun. I'm excited to see how they come together, and trying to think outside the coffin...er...box...a bit when it comes to my designs. Now, none of these are revolutionary, but I think taking a step to the right of my usual style is a good thing.
And it's about time I was hit with inspiration. Show season is sneaking up quickly and like old Mother Hubbard, my cupboards are bare.
It's my birthday today. I almost forgot about that too. When you're spinning wildly, time has a way of being elusive.
Today I am off to lunch with a friend (and perhaps a stop for a pint or two) while Yetch babysits Monkey Boo. He's been away to Denver all week, leaving the pup and I on our own. I took the opportunity to do some crash course puppy self-control lessons by staying with my mom and her pack of dogs. Monkey is pretty good around the older dog but wants to wrestle full throttle with Padfoot the Irish Wolfhound. Paddy can fit her whole head in his mouth (even though they are the same age). She doesn't even blink at his size. Even Paddy recognizes she's a wild pup (as you can see from the picture below).
Yetch made me a cake from scratch (yay Yetch) and has taken the reigns of puppy care for the day. I love the little whirlwind but could use a break. In fact, part of my Birthday may indeed be spent laying on the couch, relaxing. It doesn't sound very exciting, but when you've been trying to stay one step ahead of a rambunctious puppy for a week on your own, it starts to sound like a bit of heaven.