...Donuts. On the beach. Not my first choice, but, I'll bite.

See what I did there? ...Ah, never mind. It wasn't like I had never seen stranger things on the beach, but there was some vague sense of foreboding... like I was being watched, or had walked right into a trap.

But it was a donut, come on. I was just being paranoid, right?

...right?

So I had been thinking.

Yeah, I hate when that happens.

But I realized I have a butt load of gift art and commissions that, actually, have never seen the light of day. So! I might as well share them. Won't try to flood anyone's inboxes, but there you go. This was a commission I snagged from Atariboy through proxy of his roommate, Keith, who sadly passed away last year. He was a friend, and this is how I remember him- a sneaky, sneaky little doberman. Wherever you are, Keith, hope there's free donuts.

Renard © Moi
Keith © Himself
Art © Atariboy