The Suspects 🐕🐕🐕

 

The fluorescent lights of the police precinct hummed, casting a sterile glow over Lineup Room B. Against the height chart stood three suspects, shifting uncomfortably on four legs each.

On the left was Jake, an off white, Labrador mix who looked like he was wearing mismatched winter earmuffs due to his black ears. In the middle stood Cooper, a snow-white lab mix, whose pitch-black ears hung down like heavy velvet drapes. On the right was Max, a Dalmatian mix whose chaotic scattering of black spots made him look like a walking inkblot test.

Behind the two-way mirror, Detective Higgins cleared his throat and adjusted his microphone. "Alright, Ms. Gable. Take your time. Look closely. Which one of these ruffians infiltrated your kitchen and systematically devoured an entire triple-chocolate fudge cake off the counter?"

Ms. Gable, a sharp-eyed woman in a knitted sweater, pressed her face against the glass.

The suspects tried to act naturally. 

"It’s hard to tell," Ms. Gable muttered into the microphone. "The thief was a blur of monochrome chaos. I just remember a striking contrast of black and white."

"Wait a minute," Ms. Gable said, squinting. "The culprit had a distinct marking on his head. Or was it his body?"

Detective Higgins pressed the button. "Officer Martinez, please have the suspects turn to the left."

Officer Martinez, holding three leashes, sighed and blew a dog whistle. The trio rotated. 

"Oh, it's no use!" Ms. Gable cried out. "They all look like a crossword puzzle came to life! How can I possibly choose?"

Just then, Detective Higgins noticed something on Max’s face, a slight smudge. and zoomed the security camera on Suspect Number One. 

Standard procedure dictated that all suspects be searched prior to entering the lineup, but the precinct was understaffed. Right there, clinging to the edge of Max’s white chin, was a single, undeniable smear of chocolate frosting. 

Sensing the sudden shift in the room's energy, Max looked directly at the two-way mirror. He gave a slow, deliberate blink, and then, with absolute confidence, reached out his pink tongue and licked the evidence clean off his face.

Detective Higgins said “Due to no visible evidence, all three of you are free to go.Officer Martinez, please escort the suspects to the doggy door in the jail and as the three passed through the swinging door, the last that was seen  of the three suspects, Cooper and Jake were busy sniffing Max’s face.

MadSnapper, co-author Gemini AI  This drawing was inspired by 

Ann from SnapEditScrap sketches, I do a copy cat inspired by hers.

She uses colored pencils, I paint in Procreate on my iPad. https://annssnapeditscrap.blogspot.com/

Copy Cat Copy Cat

 

Its Been A Minute, since last we met.

Copy Cat has returned, it appears my mind did a reset.

Ann from SnapEditScrap sketches, I do a copy cat inspired by hers. She uses colored pencils, I paint in Procreate on my iPad. 

Two inchworms baked upon the shore,
Their tiny segments fried and sore.
"This beach is brutal!" one exclaimed,
"My little rear end's getting flamed!"

 Now they are safe within a shady yard,

They drink from puddles, living large,
Where tall grass provides a screen,
And no one turns to sun-baked green.

They found lots of dirt to rest their head,
They found an oil pan oasis instead,
Filled up with rain—a backyard sea,
As perfect as a pool could be.

A wild mottled duck, big and round,
Came waddling up across the ground.
Instead of gulping down a snack,
He gave a friendly, cheerful quack.

He dipped his beak to share the pool,
And helped the inchworms stay quite cool,
By splashing water with his wing,
To shade them from the summer sting.

Now side by side the trio stays,
To spend the sunny garden days,
Two tiny worms, one gentle drake,
Relaxing by an oil pan lake.

Co-authored by MadSnapper and Google AI

Finny the fish saw a face through the glass,

The handsomest dog in the whole puppy class!

He puckered his lips on the aquarium wall,

But Rex just licked glass and saw nothing at all!

Smooch goes the minnow! Slurp goes the hound!

The foggiest love story ever was found!

Two wet little noses, a barrier between,

The cleanest glass kiss that you ever have seen! 

co-authors MadSnapper and Google AI

Copy Cat Copy Cat and UPDATE on X-Ray

 

Ann from SnapEditScrap sketches, I do a copy cat inspired by hers. She uses colored pencils, I paint in Procreate on my iPad. https://annssnapeditscrap.blogspot.com/

My x-ray of my chest showed nothing is broken, Doc says probably a bone bruise and with heat/ice/Tylenol and Ibuprofen  and only light labor, should be better in about 2 weeks.

Little Mary Sunshine

Beau and the three pigs.

First I had to put up with 2 ducks, now its 3 pigs. and all mama does is work in house and yard and color on the iPad.. ALL, I say All she does.  this is also a COPY CAT. It looks like I am not crazy about the pigs and they are not crazy about me.

Turned these 3 into a

Purple People Eater? 

Copy Cat Copy Cat

 

Ann from SnapEditScrap sketches, I do a copy cat inspired by hers. She uses colored pencils, I paint in Procreate on my iPad. https://annssnapeditscrap.blogspot.com/

Remember we are posting only, not reading and comments. Our apology's 

A duck and a butterfly, watching the sun as it comes up, from SPACE

I AM BEHIND IN POSTING, 12 IN DRAFTS. THIS POST IS TWO WEEKS OF ANN'S COPY CAT, I AM MAKING ONCE PAINTING WITH THREE OF HER SKETCHES AS INSPIRATION

Two Lambs and a Dog walk into a pasture.....

A Murder of Crows~Caturday Art

 UPDATE FROM YESTERDAY POST.  I have not yet in my life seen a raven. Our resident Bird-Man, David G, of Travels with Birds said in comment, there are no crows in Florida. He said it was most likely an American Crow. I verified he is right, no crows here and found this info to share. Seems I will never see one since we don't travel. Thank you David.

from the charts, I think mine was a Really Big American Crow...

 https://billjonesillustration.com/  I found the above cartoon by Bill Jones very funny and can relate to it because I don't like crowds and also a murder of crows does sound LOUD and I can see why the word murder was used.

I made this in procreated, by painting 3 crows on a power line. I dabbed paint to make the bodies, and then 8 duplicates, hooked them together, and adjusted them to different sizes and a little different shapes with the warp tool.

All this work to borrow a joke I saw on the joke page.

Wordless Wed (almost)

 

PLEASE, STOP HERE! Stare before scrolling and See if you SEE anything to make out of this line..

scroll down to see what I saw

I drew the pink line and stared at it until I saw a Flamingo

My glass

found In a shop

I am changing my blog name to Snap-N & Chat-N

I love flamingos.  

The Color Green - Saint Patrick Day

 

 I saw a REAL artist in a video, he said if you can't get any ideas what to draw, just let your pencil make a line. Leave it. Come back and stare at it until you find something you can draw. I stared at the above line a long time and

This is what I saw...  and I decided I will draw things using the color Green

Can you see the S in the fish? 

I drew a U

and ended up here...

Be-leaf me, you look great in Green and you are the cutest Clover in the patch.

I am head clover heals for you, so lets have a sham-rockin' good time.

Coinín (pronounced kin-een or quin-in) Liam, my Irish Rabbit

Liam was a perfectly good bunny—soft ears, quick feet, and a lovely purple coat.

The problem? Liam lived in Ireland, where everything else was green.

Every morning he hopped past green grass, green clover, and even a green tractor. The sheep once looked at him and whispered, “Why’s that grape hopping around?”

Liam sighed. “I wish I were green like everyone else.”

Luckily, Liam had a best friend—a pink Irish snail named Seamus.

Seamus was very slow, very pink, and very supportive.

“You don’t need to be green,” Seamus said, inching along beside him. “Look at me. I’m pink and no one even questions it.”

“That’s because you’re a snail,” Liam replied.

Still, Liam decided to try becoming green.

First, he rolled in the grass.

“Still purple,” said Seamus.

Next, he covered himself in mashed peas.

Seamus sniffed. “Now you’re a smelly purple.”

Finally, Liam dove into a giant patch of clover. A group of rabbits gasped.

“Liam!” they shouted. “You’re amazing!”

“Really?” Liam asked. “Am I green?”

“No,” they said. “But you’re the only purple Irish bunny we’ve ever seen.”

Seamus slowly caught up and nodded. “And I’m the only pink Irish snail.”

Liam smiled. “So we’re both weird?”

Seamus shrugged. “Yes… but I think that makes us legendary.”

And from that day on, the fields of Ireland had two very unusual sights:

a purple bunny hopping and a pink snail trying very hard to keep up. 🐰🐌🍀

author, MadSnapper-ChatGPT

I am moving at a snails pace, but at least I am in the green and shell-ebrating Saint Patrick's Day, Snailed It! 

Are you Dublin over with laughter?