Showing posts with label dog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dog. Show all posts

Sunday, January 01, 2012

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Dog vs Cat People

I have made up a survey just for laughs measuring cat vs dog people. If you're interested please take a few moments to fill it out.

Monday, March 15, 2010

messy printing weekend

This weekend I finally got around to printing a couple of lino prints I did months ago in front of TV.  I was a bit fidgety and had a spare square of lino lying around so I cut a version of The Bone Delusion:


and one of Pip sleeping (and looking surprisingly old and crabby) taken from an old drawing of mine:


I took the photos with my mobile, so excuse the quality.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Etsy Store

I've finally opened an Etsy store: Stealth Pooch Designs, which sells the pipecleaner dogs, horses, cats and other creatures that have featured on this blog, and will soon also feature Pip-inspired original artwork and prints.

To see the Stealth Pooch store click here.

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

The Pip conspiracy


I've posted in the past about having a very non-doggy dog.  She doesn't like balls, toys, ropes etc.  She used to quite like those tiny cat-toy mice, and she'd sit down and shred it in a lengthy session.  However, I think I overflooded the market because her last mouse - and the larger rat for that matter - are still whole, and 3 years later are still lying in her basket.  She also has a weird chicken/ball thing, and a stingray toy from the Melbourne aquarium (which she mainly uses as a mat to sleep on).  Yet, about once every 6 months, I'll come home and her rat will be out of her basket.  The assumption is that once every 6 months she remembers she's a dog and plays with the toy.

Since I've moved into my new house a month ago, however, the rat  (today it was the rat and the chicken/ball thingy!) has been out of the basket about 6 times on my coming home.  Last week, the rat had even made it into my bedroom, which is proof that it wasn't just 'scratched' out.


The question is, is Pip really playing? Or has she finally linked the relocation of her gifted toys with my coos of delight when I come home and see that she's 'played,' and as a result deliberately places the rat outside the basket to receive extra attention?