Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective lives mining their creative souls and leading hermit-like lives. And so an idea was hatched. Every week, one would send the other a sketch—either in illustration or word form—and the other would make a companion to the sketch. The result would be posted on both their blogs every week, just for grins. Even if the result isn't award-worthy, the exercise makes both minds more nimble. Hopefully.
“I know. Right?” The poodle said.
They called him Pierre The Piddler, Stainer of Carpets.
But in the deepest recesses of his doggy heart, he longer for something more dignified, like Thor or, even, Fluffy.
“But here we are,” P the P sighed. “One incident is all these people needed. And don’t even get me started on the fur pom-pons and polka dots. Do I comment on their accidents? No. No, I do not. Because I have standards.”
Then he lay down, covered his snout with his dainty paws, and dreamed of bunny-filled meadows and peanut butter trees.
Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.