Okay even my dreams are trying to encourage me...

...at least I'm assuming that's what this weird dream I had meant!!!  I can't remember all of it but I know there was some kind of plot that my old co-workers and I were trying to solve.  (Old co-workers you say? Easily explained - I just saw them all yesterday at a birthday luncheon for my old boss.)  Somehow we were associated with some kind of zoo or animal shelter - whatever the case there was a big cage of these bright fuschia-coloured tiny, tiny birds only they weren't all birds.  At least one of them was a shape shifter who looked just like Ryan Gosling with a fuschia-coloured feather outfit on (I don't know so don't ask) but he looked really tough and mean and I think he was like the prince of the shapeshifters who were supposed to be helping us.  Anyway, lots of random stuff happened and towards the end I was calling in to the bird cage saying if there was anyone in there who had some news to let us know.  Suddenly one of the tiny birds that was sitting on top of the doghouse (it looked just like the one I used to have in my yard for my dog - why it was in a birdcage...*shrug*) changed shape.  Still tiny but now it looked like a goofy toylike little seagull or duck or something made of polymer clay - like claymation.  I ran in the cage and was trying to coax it to talk to me and it turned into a tiny little black pug also made of polymer clay.  Then my phone rang and woke me up so I will never figure out what was going on, why a claymation pug was trying to talk to me, or why Ryan Gosling was dressed in bright pink feathers!!!  No wonder he looked mad!!  Hahahahahaha!

Anyway, the little claymation-looking pug coupled with the fact that I made a small sculpture out of polymer clay for a friend of mine the other day and my friend Tom commented about my sculptures on my last blog leads me to believe that since I'm getting underway with the FB page and the blog that my subconscious wants me to start doing some more sculptures.  Or at least scan my old pet sculpture pics and post them online.  The box of clay is out on my art table (aka dining room table) so I'm going to run a few errands and try to come back and sculpt or at least scan pics so you can see what I'm talking about.

What's that you say?  Did I figure out what Riley was doing in the bathroom wastebasket?  No but I solved that problem by taking the trash out of the wastebasket and throwing it out.  Did it work - no but at least now he's just knocking over an empty basket!!

Cheers!!