Drawn sitting in a fading sunbeam on a fall day with these two.
Happy thinking about things to be grateful for time!
This year, make licking peanut butter off each other a new holiday tradition!
What else can I say? Really.
What else can I say? They are hunks.
You know my eyes. Cockeyed.
But until that time, you’re stuck with me.
The squirrel with no fear doesn’t run. Unless he wants to.
The squirrel with no fear gets great air.
I have never met a squirrel with less fear.