Beast Coast

Very excited to be sending a beast or two to the West Coast this week with some very capable mules.  These little buggers will be looking for homes in San Francisco, Sausalito, hopefully Bob Weir's backyard (or his beard.)  Feeling jazzed to be spreading this spirit animal love and luck across the whole country-- cause even though the West Coast might be the best coast, the east coast is for sure the BEAST COAST.

 

My six year old daughter is in on the fun.  After many moves, she found a home for this seal.  I think it ended up in a black members-only jacket pocket.  This is what happens when you leave your coat unattended.

The tiger with the broken arm used to have a feathery wing... but you know, some cats aren't meant to fly.  Some cats are meant to walk the muddling earth, mud beings.  Plus, one wing makes you fly in circles.  Where'd this guy go?  My memory is all blinking and flashing lights-- over stimulated, over served.  I feel like I dropped him in a drink?  So sorry if that's true.


The whale probably shattered into a million pieces.  Right after I took the picture I purposefully knocked it off the speaker.  Goodbye, whale and one armed tiger-cat!

Beasts are pre-gaming.

Leftover Buffalo

I wish I had a salmon for leftover salmon.  I had this little white buffalo.  Somebody saw me leave it and was like "yeah, I get it... they're from Colorado, you know, part of the herd."  Whatever that means.  I don't even know if it's true.  But it's awesome. 
Gone to find his herd!