
Daisy
Our chihuahua × papillon elder — nine years old, ten pounds, grey frosting on her muzzle, and first claim on the sunny spot on the couch.
The Real Residents
Every face in our storybooks belongs to somebody real. These are the animals who live on our farm — painted from life, whiskers, extra toes and all.

Our chihuahua × papillon elder — nine years old, ten pounds, grey frosting on her muzzle, and first claim on the sunny spot on the couch.

Two years old and pure spark — a miniature pinscher × Yorkie with one ear up and the other doing its own thing.

Our tuxedo lady at sixteen — white blaze, green eyes, and six toes on each front paw. Yes, six.

Rescued at one week old and raised right here — a grey Siberian tabby, six years old, with whiskers for days.

Lola's brother and fellow rescue — a big, fluffy orange-and-white gentleman with a pink nose.

The farm's axolotl — pale pink, feathery-gilled, two years old, and star of our daily tank tales.

Our chestnut mare, twenty-three years young — named for the slim white moon-streak on her forehead.
Our Deathlayer hen — the eighth chair. Her portrait is still to come; for now, her seat at the table is saved.
Their sticker pack and colouring book are on the way — painted from these very portraits.
— The family at Fox Feather Farms