A patient just walked in wearing an orange tee shirt with the image of a corgi showing the skeleton. I was looking for something to draw and this was right up my alley. It reminded me of the book of skeletons that Kerfe got me a long time ago. I will always love skulls and skeletons.
Our friend Claudia McGill was curious about how we got our dog Moses. Here is a little cartoon and here is the story that goes with it:
One night our babysitter Jiffy came to the door carrying a box with two adorable puppies. At the time we had our Golden Retriever Samantha. We wanted to take both puppies but husband said no. There was a male and a female–we took the male. We named him Moses (found in the bullrushes).
As he grew up we wondered about his origins as he looked like a coyote. DNA testing wasn’t readily available as it is now so we will never know. He was a good dog and lived about ten years or something like that.
Another ambiguous situation in a Jane Dougherty painting prompt. I decided to go for optimism, even though that’s not my general state of mind these days. Here’s the inspiration painting, by Iliya Repin:
And my response:
The last Postcard Fiction I did before this one was also a painting by Iliya Repin, “Freedom”, a prompt from way back in September. I liked it so much I did it twice, and I’ll post both of them one of these days. I collected Jane’s other microfiction prompts between that one and this one in a folder; time, of course, always gets in the way of intentions.
One thing I did during our blog break was to enter a lot of juried art shows and submit both poetry and art to journals, which I find takes a lot of time, not to mention the fact that most journals won’t accept work published on a blog. Eight of my Postcard Fictions were entered for a show of “art on paper”, but I won’t hear about acceptance or rejection until mid-January.
My daughter’s dog Perry in a human-like pose. I seem to be into pencil drawing lately, trying to hone my skills. Perry is a stubborn but sweet boy. He will lay down on his walks and refuse to budge for a while causing the citizens of Williamsbug Brooklyn to ask if he’s okay.
Check out his Instagram account @perry_the_pit_bull. And here’s my daughter’s photo.
Here are my two lab/German shorthair mixes, Beauregard and The Birdman. We’ve had these guys since day one; they were the result of a happy accidental mating of Cleo, a chocolate lab and Henry, a German shorthair. There were eleven pups of whom ten are still alive. These guys are 90 pounds each of pure muscle. They have never had a bad day except one time when Beau escaped and got hit by a car (he ran home). They are very lovely and loving dogs. I’ve had dogs since I got married 35 years ago and love living with these wonderful creatures.
Yes, they are brothers. Birdy on the left started growing grey (or maybe it’s ticking) when he was two. My daughter and I went to pick one from the litter and we wound up each picking one. Big surprise to my husband!
“You can say any foolish thing to a dog, and the dog will give you a look that says, ‘Wow, you’re right! I never would’ve thought of that!’”
blissful eyes reflect
absolute trust devotion
For National Pet Day, I started with a quote in answer to Elusive Trope’s 3-day quote challenge. And of course, a poem for NaPoWriMo. My neocolor drawing is a portrait of Bliss, one of the beautiful golden retrievers who shares the life of Tim, The Forester Artist. When he posted this photo in January, I remarked to him that her face begged to be drawn. It’s taken me awhile, but she is a perfect poster girl for the day.
It’s been a long time since I drew any dogs. I did a few drawings and paintings of one of my roommate’s wonderful dogs, Bacchus, 40+ years ago, and I think I may have a painting of one of Nina’s dogs from back in the day somewhere. Since my animal hair allergies appeared, I haven’t been able to live with either dogs or cats, and I do feel the loss. Pets are good companions.
And once again Celebrating the Days this month with Charlie at Doodlewash.
A bunch of happy dogs on their hike. Moose is the big black guy on the left, then little Ernie, and my guys Beau and Birdy in the rear. These guys show their happiness by their tongues lolling out of their smiling faces. I love dogs.
Beau and Birdy, prime examples of cuteness. 90 pounds of love each.