Every family has that one doddery old relative who mixes up their sayings.
In our household it is our dog, Alfie.
His cheerful, absent-minded antics, along with his habit of finding and ingesting the most revolting carcasses has made us dub him “Professor Alfie Doo, Chief Paleo-gastronomist of the Sniffsonian Institute”.
We imagined him combining our common metaphors in his own delightful blend of canine linguistic muddle.
These imagined mixed up metaPAWS, addled axioms and screwed up sayings, are collected in this HAIRlarious hand drawn pen and watercolour DOGcument.
After all…“There is no rest for the whiskered!”