My previously well-coiffed Toby has been looking a bit shaggy, so I decided to get in touch with his groomer. When I did, they told me that since Toby is considered a dangerous animal only the owner is willing to work with him, and she is booked until January.
Looks like “Santa” won’t be bringing any gifts for Toby this year. All “his” money will be tied up in tips and gifts for the groomer to try to bribe her into seeing us again.
I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m a perfect angel!
Keep your perfect angel warm this winter with the gift of a cozy quilt. Many sizes and designs are available from my shop at L Bowman Studios.
This was my Halloween memory, year after year. I felt cheated that I didn’t get to go Trick or Treating with the other kids. After this year, a lot of young people are going to be having similar memories of not getting to get dressed up or pester neighbors for candy. It will be interesting to read blog posts years from now after children have developed some perspective on current events. Will they have happy memories of an evening with their families, or will they go all out making sure their own kids and pets have a spectacular, spooky celebrations?
I obviously went the second route.
(This evil bitey monster was Geordie. He was willing to model pretty much anything for me. Not sot he Tobester…)
Whether reliving your own Halloween memories or spending an evening at the opera, this black cape with red satin lining is sure to make a dramatic statement. Sized to fit size S-M. Add a dash of the unconventional to your wardrobe today!
Today it was Toby’s turn to escape and run free through the clover. I guess he saw what the little neighbor dog did and thought it seemed like fun.
True to his terrier nature, Toby absolutely refused to acknowledge me when I called him. He had a grand time running all over the yard, peeing on plants and hunting chipmunks.
I finally caught the little stinker by opening the garden gate. Toby can’t pass up a chance to eat dirt in the garden, so he streaked past me to get to his prize. I was thinking of making him wear a harness with a leash around the house like I did when he was little. Instead, though, I may mix iron filings with his kibble and keep a giant horse shoe magnet by the door. I find the idea more attractive.
The kitties! The kitties! Can’t you see the kitties?
This picture was taken at a Halloween party at the pet store. For some reason they decided to stage the photos in front of the kitty adoption section. Geordie can’t hold in his excitement when a feline is around. As you can see, his is not a happy look but a frantic one.
Some terriers have the “terrier scream” and my boy is one of them. It is a very human sounding noise, as if a person were yelling, “Aaaaagh! Aaaaagh! Aaaaaagh!” at the top of their lungs. Trust me, you get awfully strange looks when your dog starts belting out some of those.
Even now when Geordie is a very mature pup and has lost a lot of lung capacity to cancer, he can still shout out a terrier scream loud enough to break windows.
As a painter it is my nature is to create pictures that are meticulous and exact. While studying the works of artists such as Van Gogh and Chagall though, I found myself swept away by the freedom expressiveness of their artwork, and I loved it. I want some of those feelings for myself!
I decided to explore the area around me and see what I could find to inspire me. Then I want to see what I can create – more creating a mood than a replica of the place, however. This was my first attempt at quickly capturing a scene from the neighborhood.
This particular location holds a special memory for me. When Geordie was a tiny pup, only a few months old, we were sitting at this same place. Suddenly Geordie jumped up and began growling and pulling as if he wanted to catch something. I checked all around and couldn’t find any rabbit or deer or anything. When I followed where his nose was pointing, I found a car driving on one of the roads on the facing hillside. From where we were sitting, it looked no larger than a beetle.
I hadn’t realized until then that my puppy didn’t understand perspective. The only way I could think to explain it to him was to pick him up and reach one arm out as far as I could toward the car. When he saw that even I couldn’t touch it, he finally settled down.
I still have a lot of work to do before I am comfortable with a more abstract style of painting. This one is driving me batty because I want to go back and make it right. Except, I don’t want “right” I want “mood”.
It’s a good thing I have a lot of paper because I’m pretty sure I am going to need it!
Isn’t this cute? The two of them are even starting to look like each other!
Watch out, Peppermint. Someone new is after your man.
This is Toby’s new “girlfriend”. You may recall from Poopiter that my boy has a particular fondness for his toy peppermint. Now, though, there is a new lady in his life. This little gal doesn’t have a name yet, but I think she needs one. Any suggestions?
Aah, this is such a rare moment – Toby looking at the camera instead of away from it. I must have taken a dozen shots with my uncooperative little guy beating the shutter every time. I am thinking of starting a folder with just blurry, back of head shots.
Toby got shortchanged on baby pictures since things were so chaotic when he was young. (It is nearly impossible to take pictures when you have a puppy with a UTI.) I am trying to make up for that a little by getting some nice photos now.