Okay, so this is pretty much the definition of excessive, but seeing how Tru has been kind of getting the short end of the posting stick round these parts lately, I figured it’s his due.
This is what I do when I’m not blogging: I spend hours laughing at my dog. No, seriously.
Feel free to openly mock me for my cloying dog-talk banter. But really, if you were going to talk to Truman, what would YOU say?
Anyway, please to enjoy the Trumantastic awesome with your morning coffee and a danish of your choice:
This post is dedicated to one of my all-time favorite visual artists, Robert Rauschenberg, who passed away two nights ago. I feel certain he would have understood and appreciated the Abstract Expressionism inherent in the soul of Truman’s being. RIP, Bob.



