Bespoke Letterpress

Mar 31
Mar 26
Hello Spring.

Just when you think Spring has come, it snows again! I love snow and I want to bark it out to
the world…snow is good. Mom says mud is bad. Tail wags & Happy Springtime.

Mar 9

As you can see mom has been busy cooking up a storm. She got carried away with the packaging, I think no packaging is the way to go, but she insists “presentation is everything”, hummmm….. We will be having our quarterly, what ever that means, Paws For Tales meeting this week. Mom is excited because all the other moms will be spending the afternoon together. It will be a big day I hear! I get to go too and play with some of my Paws For Tales pals, I can’t wait. Maybe I will bring along some of my birdies or a ball or two, or three. Mom and the other moms will be doing boring stuff, like wrapping all the books that we will give the kido’s at the end of the school year. Maybe I will get to nibble on some wrapping paper too!
At least I am the official taste tester, WOOF WOOF for Wheat Free Yummyness.

Mar 5
Today I Might See.

I have no idea what mom is thinking. There is talk we are loading up after my morning mileage adventure to go have a look at this. Some think I am weird, since I really don’t get excited about car rides, it is one of my “adopted” kennel issues, end of story. To go for a ride will be OK, since mom & dad will be with me, but to look at this piece of cast iron? I hear it is bigger than a tennis ball and harder than a squeaky toy. It looks dangerous! I here Briar Press has lots of photos of beautiful old printing presses, check it the museum here.

Mar 4
Mud Season.

Business Cards
Well, mom says it is official. Mud season has arrived and loves to make it’s new home in my big paws. Now my daily routine has something new, it is the Big Pink Pitcher! After our 4 mile morning exploration walk my toes* get dipped in the Big Pink Pitcher. Going through the dipping ritual keeps mom satisfied in regard to big mud streaks on the ‘ol wooden floors. What about her feet?

*”There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud”    
~Carl Sandburg