Stina's Art, South main, Maryville, MO (2026)

Name: Stina's Art
Address: South main, Maryville, MO, 64468, US
Telephone: +16602546090
Price range: $$

Home of Wookiee Wednesday — weekly stories starring my neuro-spicy pup.

06/22/2026

Quality control manager Haggie checking in making sure I’m still hard at work.

Don’t worry I straightened the photo in editing. Nothing bothers me more than crooked photos! 🤣

06/21/2026

My favorite photo from every wedding.

06/14/2026

Had a great time yesterday with our beautiful couple Lexie and Paul. They had such a great team of friends and family that really made the day fun!

Backwoods Venue 222 Wedding Venue

06/03/2026

WOOKIEE WEDNESDAY SPECIAL REPORT: There Is A THING In My House ⭐⭐⭐⭐ (CONFUSING)

FRIENDS. There is a SITUATION and I have THOUGHTS.

Mama brought home a CAT.

Now, I want to be clear - I have SEEN a cat before. Froggie across the street. I bark at Froggie ferociously to let him know I am VERY BIG and VERY IMPORTANT. Froggie is not impressed. This is a long standing professional disagreement.

But this cat is DIFFERENT. This cat is IN MY HOUSE. Living here. With a little bell on her collar so we know where she is.

Day One: I barked a lot. This felt correct and appropriate. New thing in my house, neurospicy protocol requires LOUD OPINIONS.

Day Two: I got to look at her through the kennel bars up close. She hissed at me MULTIPLE TIMES. That felt RUDE but also honestly? Fair. She doesn’t know me yet. I growl at people I love so I respect the boundary communication.

Then they put me on a leash and let her walk around. She kept almost coming over to me and then getting scared and running away. I know this feeling DEEPLY. I too want connection but cannot figure out how to do it correctly. We are perhaps not so different, small bell creature.

Haggie was off leash the whole time being his perfect calm Blue self. Of COURSE Haggie was fine. Haggie is always fine. RUDE.

Then I got off leash! And she has this bell - jingle jingle jingle - and I just got SO EXCITED and came RUNNING and she absolutely lost her mind and bolted. I did not mean to be scary. I’m just BIG and ENTHUSIASTIC and NEUROSPICY and the bell was RIGHT THERE jingling!

She’s been hiding under the dining table. Technically I can get under there if I really commit to a low squat. I have not done this. I am showing RESTRAINT. You’re welcome.

This morning I ignored her a little more. She was a little less scared. Progress.

Now about this name situation - Mama wants to call her Bellatrix (after Harry Potter) or Blue (after Jurassic Park). Dad wants to call her Murder Hobo after some dice game he plays.

She is our official Mouse Inspection Specialist so the name needs to reflect her professional status.

My vote? Murder Hobo. She hissed at me on day one. She earned it.

Rating: 4/5 stars. Confusing but interesting. Would investigate further from appropriate distance.

What do you think we should name her?

05/03/2026

WOOKIEE WEDNESDAY SPECIAL EDITION: Sunday Meatball Production Report ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

SUNDAY UPDATE, friends:

While most of your mamas are out here baking cookies and being all festive, MY mama is in the kitchen making MEATBALLS. For me. Because I’m “Skelly the Skeleton” and need fattening up.

But here’s the thing - Mama thinks they’re GROSS. Like gagging-level gross. She’s using an ICE CREAM SCOOP and a SPOON to make them because she “doesn’t want to touch them with her hands.”

Meanwhile, Dad just gets his hands RIGHT IN THERE like a normal person. No drama. No complaints. Just meatball production efficiency.

Mama’s excuse? “It’s a sensory issue, Wookiee. You of all dogs should understand that.”

Okay FINE, Mama. I guess as a neurospicy Great Dane who can’t handle being petted sometimes, I DO understand sensory issues. But also… these meatballs smell AMAZING and you’re being a wuss about it.

The recipe came from Daisy’s Dane Sanctuary in KC (shout out to my rescue homies!). Apparently when Mama told them about my skeletal situation, they agreed I was “a little skinny” and sent their special recipe for underweight dogs. VINDICATION. Daisy’s Dane Sanctuary

PRODUCTION UPDATE: I caught Mama sitting on the job. Just SITTING there between batches. Not okay, Mama. Get back to work. I would call Dad to supervise but he’s currently busy cleaning up my royal p**ps from the yard so the siding guys can actually PUT SIDING ON THE HOUSE.

We’re all very busy here with important jobs. Mama making meatballs with a spoon like a wuss. Dad on p**p patrol. Me supervising and quality control testing.

This is what Sunday looks like when you’re on Operation Fatten Up Wookiee: The Sequel.

Dr. Wookiee approves this recipe. Even if the production methods are questionable.

Rating: 5/5 stars for meatballs. 2/5 stars for Mama’s sensory-issue spoon technique. Still RUDE but I’ll allow it because neurospicy solidarity.

04/29/2026

WOOKIEE WEDNESDAY ANNOUNCEMENT: I Told You So - A Wookiee Vindication Story ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Hey friends - Wookiee here with an important update. And yes, I know it’s been a WHILE since my last post. Mama says she’s “too tired” to keep up with making posts AND all my extra fatten-up treats. Priorities, Mama. PRIORITIES.

But we’re back because apparently I’m “too skinny again.” Mama looked at me the other day and went “Oh no, I can see your ribs, Skelly the Skeleton!”

RUDE nickname, but also… I’VE BEEN SAYING THIS FOR YEARS.

For those new to my page, let me give you some context: When Mama and Dad got me as a puppy, I was in BAD shape. Like, 7 pounds at 8 weeks old when I should have been 30 pounds. No hair. Sores everywhere. I literally fell over when the wind blew. It was NOT a good time.

We did the FIRST “Operation Fatten Up Wookiee” back then - lots of special food, care, and love to get me healthy. It worked! I became a gorgeous, healthy Great Dane!

But NOW we’re doing it AGAIN because someone (Mama) has been denying my very reasonable table scrap requests for YEARS.

Every time I begged for table scraps: “No, Wookiee, you don’t need people food.”

Every time I did my sad face at dinner: “You have your own food, dramatic dog.”

Every time I tried quality control testing of her meals: DENIED.

I don’t care that I had free access to all the dog food I wanted. It’s not the same.

The new protocol includes:
✓ Extra peanut butter (FINALLY)
✓ Cheese (as I’ve been requesting for YEARS)
✓ Eggs (yes please)
✓ Meatballs (this is what I’m TALKING about)
✓ Various other table scraps I’ve been campaigning for since 2023

Mama’s current justification: “Well, you DO match the new gothic black house aesthetic now, Skelly!”

Listen, I appreciate the goth vibes, but this whole “you can see his ribs again” situation could have been AVOIDED if someone had just listened to my medical advice about needing more cheese.

But I’m not bitter. I’m just enjoying my meatballs and saying “I TOLD YOU SO” with every delicious bite.

Also, Mama promises to get back to regular Wookiee Wednesday posts now that she’s less tired. We’ll see. She also promised to feed me more table scraps two years ago and look how that turned out.

Dr. Wookiee prescribes: More cheese. More posts. More meatballs. This is medical advice.
Rating: 5/5 stars for finally getting the table scraps I deserve. 2/5 stars for it taking this long and making me skeletal AGAIN. Still RUDE but delicious.

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Maryville, MO
64468

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