Some memories are happy; some memories are sad. Some are good and some are bad. When it comes to memories of our canine friends all of these remembrances are tossed into one wonderful bundle of fur. Memories are why I love to paint my friends dogs; especially the happy memory it creates for me, knowing the person smiled when they viewed my “interpretation” of their furry friend.
Over the last few months I have painted 12 pooch portraits which I am sharing with you today. Please take a moment and VOTE for your favorite. Scroll down to see all 12.
How to choose? Maybe one makes you smile, perhaps you like the colors I used or maybe there is a resemblance to a doggie friend …….just make a choice.
The winner will be featured on a greeting card which will raise funds for animal shelters in three states. Texas, Montana and Florida.
How to vote? Two ways: Leave a comment here on the blog site or email firstname.lastname@example.org and type in the name printed below the painting.
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Winner will be announced on October 21st so please vote now, vote early and vote often !!
Ms New York
Today I offer you a painting that was inspired by a memory that my husband shared with me about his family dog. Dusty was a golden retriever with a very big heart that reached out to not only the family but beyond.
When the neighbor’s cat had kittens she would always leave them unattended and crying. One day Dusty went over to the neighbor’s back yard and cuddled the kittens. They clung to him and he nuzzled and licked them like they were his own. When the roaming mother cat came back and saw this she hired Dusty right on the spot. Every litter there after she would run over and meow at Dusty who would dutifully babysit her brood .
You can see why I call this painting “The Baby Sitter”.
My mother passed away when I was eleven leaving her grieving family to raise a 5 year old boy. It was a collective effort but when I remember back it seems I was the “motherly” one. However, not sure about that, because knowing that Dad would never, ever go to a Cub Scout meeting; I too, wouldn’t consider interrupting my girlie life for such a thing.
But I do remember one very touching day when my brother, then 10 years old, was walking home from school and spotted a cat sitting in the middle of Hiway 72, which ran through our little Montana town. He brought the kitten into our house and excitedly said “She was asleep on the Hiway. I could barely see her – she looks just like the pavement! Can we keep her? She could have been hit by a car.”
It was my assignment to talk to Dad for permission and winning that battle made me somewhat of a hero in my brother’s eyes. We named her Amy. She was a cute little thing, all grey and furry.
I don’t remember what happened to Amy but I will always remember the look on my little brother’s face when he sweetly hugged a little ball of furriness that look ever so much like a furry piece of tarmac.
We all have our special memories and on this day of remembering, September 11th, I give you one that is not as gut wrenching as the one our country witnessed fourteen years ago. The memory of Amy The Cat.
September 11 WE WILL NEVER FORGET
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There is nothing like your favorite old chair, or in my case chairs (plural). You see, for many years I had a chair obsession. I would fall in love with a soft comfy chair or a tall ladder-back chair, a bent-wood rocker type chair, an antique chair – you name it! I would buy chairs like most women buy shoes. I would drag them home or have them sent. Until, one day we looked around our house and realized we could hold the next town meeting with seating to spare. I was asked to stop buying chairs!
Perhaps in your hectic life there are things you love right in your home or yard or neighborhood, that you never took the time to sit back and enjoy. Why not take a “Staycation” and do just that….sit back, relax and enjoy that which is all around you.
I offer you my old, red Adirondack chair …….
Do you ever dream of faraway places that you would love to visit? Africa’s Serengeti is on my bucket list. Sometimes I Google Map it and enjoy a few minutes of incredible pictures without the ad cookies or travel companies calling me later. If you can’t make it all the way to Africa but still want to see beasts in the wild; I suggest booking a trip to San Diego Wild Animal Park. Operated by the San Diego Zoo, it offers 3500 animals on 1800 acres resembling their normal habitat. It is located about 30 minutes northeast of San Diego CA; which is a fun destination point all on its own. The Wild Animal Park is an animal and plant preserve that was originally a breeding facility for endangered species for the San Diego Zoo. Recently, it was renamed San Diego Zoo Safari Park; but you can locate it with either name. You can also check out the blog called Roam Wild And Free to read about safaris in Montana where you will see Bison, Bears, Fox, Elk and other North American species in the wild. The blog gives detail and photos of ‘Morning Wildlife Safari’ and ‘Evening Wildlife Safari’ that both depart from Canyon Lodge in Yellowstone Park. http://roamwildandfree.com
If you can’t fly to Yellowstone Park or San Diego today…sit back and enjoy my watercolor, ‘Walking Tall’, depicting a giraffe in the wild.
When Mike and I left the grueling two year project we were on in the Middle East; we did what expats call “R&R”. Rest and Relaxation! I like this term because when I say I am going on “R&R” I actually do just that. Vacations tend to get out of hand and find me going back to work more exhausted than when I left.
We arrived at our R&R, a small village on the island of Mykonos, Greece, to find that our villa was on a hill side with an incredible view of the Aegean Sea from one balcony and a view of the little village on the cove from the other balcony. It was perfect for a painter! However, it was so stunning that the blue greens of the sea and the whitewashed buildings and walkways overwhelmed my senses. Alas, the grandeur never got presented on my paper during that trip.
I have been trying to paint that delightful memory since. I still don’t have it perfected; but today I present my latest attempt.