Random

The day you realize that your level of happiness is directly proportional to the number of bulldog figurines you own, you might as well

a) question your sense of style

b) start calling yourself a crazy bulldog lady

c) be happy about the fact that if you all of a sudden choke to death, your face won't be eaten by cats. Instead, it will rot safe and sound with porcelain dogs, which is a lot less nastier.

I know this doesn't have anything to do with illustration at all, but I need to channel this ridiculous amount of excitement over that white dog (left) I found at a market today to accompany the doggy (right) I already had.

Just look at them - aren't they perfect together?