Cowtown is a hand-drawn, hand-painted, hand-lettered panel cartoon produced by Charlie Podrebarac since 1984. Cowtown is where cows, pigs, poultry, cats, dogs, ninnies, aliens, Elvis impersonators, Bigfoot, clowns and a guy named Bob interact in museums, bars, coffee houses, homes, offices, zoos, aquariums, casinos, hot tubs and yes, Bar-B-Q's. Speaking of the latter, Cowtown is also a Barbecue Sauce! Huh? Yes! Moo!
Information on Cowtown original art:Original art is available on a first-come, first-served basis. Just contact: Charlie@Cowtownbbq.com Upon availability, the original art sells for $150 for per cartoon. All Cowtown panels are watercolor, pen and ink on Strathmore paper.
They will be signed and placed in a standard, 8x10 white mat (cartoon border ½ inch from inside edge) and will be mailed US Priority.
© Charlie Podrebarac - All Rights Reserved.
Cow and Boy Classics by Mark Leiknes
The Creeps by Jean Floch
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margueritem
said, 4 months ago
Then you have something in common, guys.
SusanSunshine
said, 4 months ago
Discrimination!
No matter how long he works, the snowman will only get ONE carrot …
olfart said, 4 months ago
@ Susan Sunshine
If this is a carrot-and-stick reference, that poor horse might work a long time for that first carrot.
Kathe
said, 4 months ago
Mmmmnn..carrots…yum-yum!
waykirk said, 4 months ago
To me, there is nothing sadder than watching these poor horses and mules pull the tourists around.
I’ve seen it in New York, Boston and recently in New Orleans.
When they get too old or infirm guess what happens to them. Fertilizer.
Have a humane heart and please dont patronize these torture chambers for horses and mules.
Just an old fuddy duddy.
The old Sarge
SusanSunshine
said, 4 months ago
Olfart — true.
Sigh…
K M
said, 4 months ago
Da doze doze.
olfart said, 4 months ago
@ waykirk
Not always. My brother drove a mule in New Orleans for years. The animal was treated as well as the driver. When my brother moved to Tennessee, he bought B.B. (the mule) and took him along. B.B. worked at my brother’s trail riding stable carrying children and inexperienced riders. (He was a gentle giant.) When he got too old to work, he still chose to come down from the pasture to the corral every day, where he was a pampered pet. When he finally had to be put down, my brother was not the only one who cried.