If it’s your birthday, Gromit has a surprise for you!

Sometimes Gromit just doesn’t want to be touched. Sometimes he is also a stubborn little boob.

I don’t have a child to model my sewing projects, so Gromit, who has proven excellent at showing off baby quilts in the past, has been called into service as a model of child-sized aprons. 

He’s not exactly the right shape for this, but he’s trying. 

Bedtime? Not bedtime. Playtime. 

The stuffed hedgehog is looking a little worse for wear, I must say.

Gromit supervises an apple cinnamon pound cake, both with and without caramel sauce and whipped cream. 

Gromit is a voice actor.

Ears.

This one is from the archives. It is titled “Gromit destroys a supposedly indestructible stuffed toy, one of the ones that boasts it is toughness-tested on tigers, in less than two days.”

There’s a lesson to be learned here, and that lesson is no stuffed toy is indestructible. 

Gromit broke his toenail over the holidays. He keeps licking it. Now he has a Cone of Shame and resembles a little satellite dish. 

He is not happy about the Cone of Shame. 

We are not going to be happy about the Cone of Shame when he does his usual nighttime routine: wait until we’re asleep, conveniently forget he’s supposed to sleep in his own bed, then crawl in between us for some vigorous cuddling. 

Gromit also supervises my attempts at decorating cakes. He helped me make this one for his aunt Sandy’s bridal shower. We’re not very good at fondant yet. I have no artistic skills and Gromit just sheds everywhere.