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“Dinosaurs Don’t Play Fetch” is now available on Amazon as a hardcover as well as paperback!
Continue readingCamarasaurus Speed Paint
It’s Bella’s turn to be Critter of the Month, and she’s been around a long while, so let’s take a peek behind-the-scenes…
Continue readingWelcome 2023
A new year means new plans, evaluation of old plans, and basically giving the muse a chance to take everything out of the closet for a good long look.
Continue readingTaking a Look at Goals
The nights are getting chilly, all the stores are full of pumpkin pie spice, and the afternoons have that golden glow that only Autumn can bring…it’s a good time to evaluate where I’m at before the whirlwind of holiday fun comes blowing my way.
Continue readingPicture Book Planning
I’ve been taking the last month to play, plan, and basically figure out the next steps…
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Critter of the Month: Camptosaurus
Meet Copper & Daisy. These gentle giants are always happy to meet new friends. They love being part of the group.

Daisy just wanted to take a short nap in the afternoon sun, but one of her herd-mates was being a little distracting…
Continue readingCritter of the Month: Pterodactylus
Meet Terry. She’s a chipper little flyer who would love to scramble up onto your shoulder and nibble your ear (just a little nibble, it tickles). And could she please, pretty please have a tiny bit of that sandwich?

Here’s a quick short story about the time Pete decided to take a lunch break in one of the pterosaur enclosures at the shop…
Continue readingCritter of the Month: Dimorphodon
Meet Douglas. He’s excited to meet you! This bundle of energy may not be the best of flyers, but he loves to clamber all over things…rocks, trees, the couch, you… 😉

The little girl clung tightly to the small creature, his wings folded close against his furry body. His back paws dangled loosely down by her legs, but he didn’t seem to mind. He gazed up at her pink, rounded face with the wide-eyed curiosity of a bird as she chattered about lizards and the rough bark on the pine trees that bordered the fenced backyard.
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