Art: Toby in Tobyland
Yep, I haven’t been around for a while again. Naturally, RL has to be blamed (I won’t bore you with details). To cheer myself up I drew, of course. This time I decided on something RL-ish for a change; the pic had to be colourful, happy, carefree, and big-sized. How could I have known it would take me four (4!!!!) nights to finish it? Grr.
Click if you’re interested, and amuse yourself about silly, sentimental me.
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In case you don’t know already, this is my dog Toby. He’s 14 now, and that makes him a grandpa in the doggie world. I refuse to think about his age, as well as I try to ignore the fur around his nose getting whiter each day, and I try not to notice that his bones crack when he moves. *sighs*
Toby shouldn’t have been born as a dog, of course. His mind is more likely the mind of a deer, that’s why we sometimes call him “Bambie”.
In this pic, I tried to show his peaceful character: Contentedly sleeping in a meadow full of flowers, butterflies buzzing around him.
Click if you’re interested, and amuse yourself about silly, sentimental me.
Click to enlarge
In case you don’t know already, this is my dog Toby. He’s 14 now, and that makes him a grandpa in the doggie world. I refuse to think about his age, as well as I try to ignore the fur around his nose getting whiter each day, and I try not to notice that his bones crack when he moves. *sighs*
Toby shouldn’t have been born as a dog, of course. His mind is more likely the mind of a deer, that’s why we sometimes call him “Bambie”.
In this pic, I tried to show his peaceful character: Contentedly sleeping in a meadow full of flowers, butterflies buzzing around him.