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Persistent or Pathetic

Oil Painting of Westie lad.
Watercolor painting of cat
Oil painting of male Goldfinch
Oil painting of Westie puppy.
Ivan the Husky, oil painting
Oil painting of Cairn Terrier girl.

For months, I have been applying for a position as a Pet Portrait Artist with a company that let’s just say rhymes with “Schmooey”. Every week or so I send another letter along with samples of my work and links to my website. Every week I get absolutely no reply. This isn’t the only place ghosting me. If someone doesn’t like my work, that’s fine, but I hate to waste my time and theirs with a bunch of unwanted letters.

Gma nags me to keep contacting these places, but I wonder where does the line fall between “persistent” and “pathetic”? How many tries does it take before I get the hint?


Little Cairn terrier.

Don’t kid yourself mom. You’re always pathetic.

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The Airborne Oak

Little oak tree, you can't live here. Let me take you to the woods and transplant you,

Holy crap! My right boot lace got caught on my left boot hook. My feet are tied together!

Splat!

I didn't know humans could fly. Is it legal to say those words in this state?

Ew, this is so disgusting! I am soaked clear through to my underwear.

Ow! I'm not going to be able to walk for weeks! You know what this means, don't you? No supervision!

I'll go get us something from the fridge. I'll get the toilet brush!

Yes, this was my week.  For some reason, bad things are easier to deal with in Bitey World, so I put it here.

I told my neighbor that it really says something about my place in the community that I can lie face down in a puddle of mud in the middle of the street, and people just drive by.  Am I like the town drunk where this type of behavior is expected?

I was fortunate that this accident happened only a short distance from where I live.  After landing on first my knees, then my face I was still able to hobble home.   I was planning to plant the tiny oak in a clearing next to the sideways tree, but he didn’t withstand the trauma of flying.  So sorry little one; I tried.

The puppies have been totally disgusted that we have had beautiful weather all week, and they haven’t been outside to enjoy any of it.  Their frustrations finally boiled over today.  Geordie poked me repeatedly with his nose while Toby beat me with his toy moon.  Thanks for the sympathy guys.

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Cover of the book Dream Our World

For a pleasant distraction, pick up a copy of Dream Our World.  Inside, Bitey and Toby spend a day at the museum of their dreams.

The book has a number of inside jokes (to me, anyway).  One is that the “Additional Artists” are all really me.  If you note their names, they are the letters of my name rearranged.  If you like my work and would like to commission your own piece of artwork, please visit my store for more examples.

 

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