My paintings are out of the way and in their happy home and out of Auntie's. This frees up some needed time so I can begin our book next week. Dunno how long it will take, there will be 200 toons and some verbal yakity yak & design the cover ect. But I"m really anxious to get going on it as there's nothing like it that I know of out THERE. Wherever THERE is.
Tylor has gone to the bridge. Poor guy finally couldn't walk, wore a diaper 24/7, deaf,blind in one eye, was around 10 yrs old, and a few other discomforts. Remember, he had a chain embeded in his neck, starved, had chewed on the chain and wore all his teeth down to the gums. He was swaybacked, splay-hocked, and nuts, would actually attack me or one of the dogs if not crated pre feeding. I had him around 6-7 years and he had a great home here, was due to be euthanized considered unadoptable...so I took him. It took around 3 years to rehab him, but then he became my shadow. No matter where I was in the house, he was quietly there. Sooooo the DoberToons consultant staff is now just 5 of them. RIP old boy, your ashes are under the kitchen table with your buddies'.