Twisty Dog!
“Do NOT Sit Next to Dennis!”
And, if the above does not make sense, then please to be watching the following clip, courtesy of YouTube. Be warned, though, that it is chock-a-block with gratuitous gratuitousness.
As I was taking Miss Brown out for her evening walk last night, one of the Stompy Girls and her boyfriend were coming in.
BF of SG: Hey, that’s a Boxer!
Me: (Pure jeenyous!) Yes, it is.
BF of SG: Hey, it be a girl or a boy?
Me: (Egad!) Girl.
BF of SG: Hey, is she been spaded?
Me: (Is. She. Been.) Yes. Yes, she has.
BF of SG: Oh. Well, that’s too bad.
Me: (Thank goodness!) Sorry!
BF of SG: Hey, you sure?
Me: (Boggle) Yes, I’m sure. Besides, she’s old and lumpy. (Not to mention the fact that her temperament is Teh Suck.)
BF of SG: Naw, she ain’t too old!
Me: (Yuh-huh!) Um, well, it was nice talking to you.
The funny part was that, even though this guy was clearly interested in setting up my dog for a sexxxy hot date, he was too frightened of her to actually come anywhere near her. When he and SG saw us coming out of the building, they both stepped off the sidewalk. Way, way, way off the sidewalk.
Not So Bad Dog
This is what happens when you forget to put your cake away.
Bad Dog
I left the cake I baked sitting on the kitchen counter. Harriet got into it and licked the frosting off two pieces.
(Yes, I know that chocolate is bad for dogs, but there wasn’t enough of it in the frosting she ate to hurt her.)
I’ve tried a few times to teach Harriet to sit in the spinny chair, but she’s wanted no part of it. No way, no how, won’t even put her front paws on it. Today, I gave it another shot, and we achieved dog-in-spinny-chairness. Yay!
She now knows how to get up and off on command (she knew both commands, but she thought the spinny chair should be excepted), even when it’s not being held steady for her. She also learned how to sit on it long enough to have her picture taken.
Good girl!
It’s another lazy grey day, and since I’ve been working on photographing and scanning, and not entertaining Miss Brown, like I’m supposed to, she got disgusted with me and retired to her favorite napping spot. Of course, just as she was finally settled and starting to fall asleep, I decided it was the perfect time to take her picture. I’m mean that way.
My messy coffee table slash work bench. It used to be a desk, but I took the legs off and turned it into a coffee table. It weighs about a million pounds and is really beat up, but it’s functional and I don’t have to worry about trashing it because, hey, it’s already trashed.
It sleeted, iced, and snowed last night. This morning, there was just a thin film of snow on the patio, so it doesn’t seem to have amounted to much. Right now, I can hear water dripping outside, so it must have warmed up. I should go out and clear the little bit of snow that’s left on my car’s windshield and front bumper, but I’m not feeling too motivated in that direction. Maybe I’ll do it when I check the mail.
Bosc Pear and Asian Pear (detail)
I like the watercolor bloom that happened when I did the undercoat, so I left as much of it as I could.
The Asian pear in the photo was upside down, because Harriet knocked it over. I put it back in the wrong position and didn’t notice until I went back to painting. At least she didn’t leave bite marks in it, this time! The banana she swiped off the kitchen table did not fair so well. I came back from taking out the trash to find it squashed all over the kitchen floor. Brat.
Harriet
Elliott
These are old, probably from 2003. They were in the case with the camera I found, so I know I had to’ve tested it ages ago. I thought they were kind of fun, especially the Harriet whipping her head around, so I scanned them.
This is what happens when you leave your still life sitting on the coffee table, where the dog can reach it. I think it may be time for a trip to the grocery store.
I never got a chance to draw the stupid thing from this angle. Hrmf!
red paper boat 