Doodles 'n' Drawings, On Blogging

And The Winner Is…

The Penguin Ice Bucket was filled with more than 100 ballots!
The Penguin Ice Bucket was filled with more than 100 ballots!

Holy cannoli, those Win A Doodle contest ballots came pouring in!

And along with the ballots came a wide and wild assortment of possibly perfect fictional pets. Some choices were inspired (Brain from Inspector Gadget) others were suicidal (Smaug from The Hobbit), and, in one case, bewildering (Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights).

Unfortunately, none of you selected the correct pet:

It's this guy.
It’s this guy.

The perfect fictional pet is Gromit from Wallace & Gromit. The pooch is cute, quiet, brilliant, self-motivated, a cracking electrician, a fine housekeeper and a superb knitter. He also doesn’t shed, is not slobbery, and can take himself out for walks with or without Techno-trousers. He is also loyal enough to accompany his human to the moon and back.

As I said, perfect.

By the way, if you haven’t seen a Wallace & Gromit movie, please get on that won’t you?

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Before I get on with announcing the contest winner, I’m afraid I have some news:

Remember a few weeks back when I mentioned that I’m a little accident prone? Well, I have sustained my second bed-making accident. My pathological quest for hospital corners has resulted in a ripped tendon in my ring finger.

Yep, I'm a moron.
Yep, I’m a moron.

This is my doodling hand, I’m afraid. Fortunately I have figured out ways to compensate for the splint, so I don’t think my injury will inhibit my doodling.

In other words, the winner of this contest will now be the recipient of a Custom Made Mike Allegra Overcoming Injury Doodle! This type of doodle very rare! It’s also inspiring and heartwarming! It’s a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, really.

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OK, enough nonsense. Let’s get down to business. All of the ballots were dumped into the Penguin Ice Bucket of Mystery.

The happy judge took his position…

happy judge

He shook well.

bucket shaking 1

He continued to shake well.

bucket shaking 2

And he shook well a little more.

bucket shaking 3

He really should stop shaking now.

bucket shaking 4

 Oh, for God’s sakes, kid, knock it off!

And the winner is…

Happy selection

 

Happy winner

Sarah Wesson!

Congratulations, Sarah! You get a Custom Made Mike Allegra Overcoming Injury Doodle! (Suitable for framing.)

All you have to do is go up to the “Hire Me!” menu and send me an email.

Thanks to everyone who entered! See you next week!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Family and/or Autobiography, Uncategorized

Moxie and Roxie

Meet Moxie
“Gimme a peanut butter cracker.”  Moxie gets comfortable.

December 22, the Sunday before Christmas, was a muggy 70 degrees. This day was preceded by a 50-something-degree Friday and Saturday. Any hope of a white Christmas was dashed.

Normally this would bum me out – I like my winters snowy and bitter cold – but now I welcomed the mild temperatures. I had a pair of comfortably caged field mice that needed to be released. I knew that if I didn’t get these guys out of my house today, I would never let them go.

I liked having them around. Because, well, have you ever looked at a field mouse? They are, I think, the cutest little package ever. Something that cute needs to be named, so I did: Moxie and Roxie.

I already mentioned Moxie in a previous post. By the time that unseasonably warm Sunday rolled around, she had been my guest for 10 days, eating peanut butter crackers, cashews, and dry cereal. She carved out a bedroom underneath her food bowl and I would occasionally peek under to see what she was up to. She never seemed agitated by my intrusion, it was more of a sleepy,  “Oh, hi. What’s going on? Got any extra peanut butter?”

Roxie came later. I caught her about a week after Moxie had settled in. She was smaller and far more timid than Moxie and, for some odd reason, I worried that the two mice might fight.

“You’re out of your mind,” Ellen said. Ellen has a gift for setting me straight when my mind moves in ridiculous directions. “What are they going to fight about? What could they possibly want that you aren’t already giving them?”

She was right, of course. Within a couple of hours, Moxie let Roxie under her bowl and the new visitor soon adapted to the resort lifestyle. When I peeked under the food bowl I found them cuddled together, maxing and relaxing.

Yep. We're BFFs.
Well, isn’t this comfy!

As much as I enjoyed their low-maintenance company, that 70-degree Sunday was a sign – as was the 50-something-degree day predicted for Monday. Forty-eight hours would give Moxie and Roxie plenty of time to build a new nest and/or and break into somebody else’s house.

So, dressed for church, Ellen, Alex and I drove to The Mike Allegra Mouse Preserve, a wooded area about six blocks from our house. I’ve caught about a dozen mice and all of them have been released there. I really should put up a commemorative plaque.

Ellen waited in the car. She was never one for mice. So Alex and I trudged down the muddy path in our church shoes. I tipped the cage on its side and opened the lid. Moxie, the more assertive of the duo, hopped out and scuttled under a pile a leaves.

Timid little Roxie, however, dug deep under the cage’s bedding and refused to move.

“Come on, sweetie.” I reached in and pet her head. This was the first time I had ever pet a field mouse. It was wonderful.

But duty called. I nudged her to the cage opening. Then, like something out of those sappy A-Boy-And-His-Animal stories, Roxie and I exchanged looks. Mice have very large, soulful eyes. Then Roxie, in no particular hurry, turned and followed her new friend into the underbrush.

“Will they be OK?” Alex asked.

“Yes,” I replied. And I was relieved because I so completely believed it.

“I’ll pray for them anyway,” Alex said.

“That’s a good idea.”

And so we headed off to church, perhaps the only two people on earth ready and eager to get down on bended knees to seek Divine Intervention for a couple of wee rodents.

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