Story four is about Jackie

This dog has a family, but that is not known for a while. She was found hiding in a construction site. She dragged herself there after being hit by a car.

While sick and hurting she gave birth to her pups. Her real family finds her at the rescue kennel and all is happy again. One of the construction workers who found her when she was protecting her puppies, asked if he could buy one of her puppies, and they of course gave him one.

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The third story is about Yogi

Yogi had a couple of families over his lifetime. He had just been dropped off at the kennel and they didn't know his background. Always thought weird looking for his very large ears. A family with two boys took him home, and they had a wonderful three years together, and then divorce came into their lives. His next home was with a student who had no idea how much activity he needed for his upkeep. She soon realized he was too much for her and he was taken to the kennel again.

His new home had a dog already. The master had lost one of his two dogs, and adopted Yogi as a companion for the remaining dog who was mourning her friend who died.

So, happy ever after!

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Today the wind is still blowing! This morning for about an hour it was calm. If fact I had to look around for a minute to realize what was different. It didn't last too long.

Yesterday I enjoy a matinee at the local dinner theater playhouse. The food was edible and the play was a great giggle. ("The Little Shop of Horrors") I couldn't help wonder how they were going to do that plant on stage, but they did a super job of it. Great fun.

Have to get back to my drawing room now. Um ... to draw!

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The second story is about Daisy

Think Adoption First, The canine series. Daisy

Okay! The next story in the dog book is the story about Daisy. She was badly abused by a "default" master. Chained in the back yard, being fed and watered only occasionally. The chain around her neck had grown into her skin. Her new master was a gal who fell in love with her sweet nature. In spite of all she had been through.

This dog, real name Spunky, belongs to my grandson. He had his dog do his "roll over and play dead" routine for the poses of Daisy in a very sorry condition. Her new master is my daughter. Spunky had no problem "posing" for kisses.

Today was a bitter cold windy day to go out, but took in a matinee at our local dinner playhouse theater and watched "The Little Shop of Horrors." What a fun play, and the dinner wasn't too bad. On the way home I stopped at Max'ims Art Gallery and visited with the gallery owner for a while. We go way back and I hadn't seen him for a while. Was good to catch up.

Fresh sheets on the bed, and fellow poets, I am now very ready for bed. Good night, and will see you tomorrow with story three, about Yogi.

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The first story is about Spike

I have had a special request for sharing the illustrations I'm drawing for a "Think Adoption" book series. The author is Elaine Marlier. She is a PetCo Manager out of Golden, Colorado. The titles are, "Without a Home" Inspiring and heartfelt tales of dog, (cat, furryies, etc.), adoptions. There are going to be five books total. The first two, dogs and cats, are available on Amazon now I'm told.

The first story is about a black lab, Spike. He had a very good home and enjoyed running with his master, but his master got a new job that would take him to a city where he wouldn't be able to take Spike with him.

His story is envolved of course, but he ended up in a shelter where he ultimately found a new master. She was a runner too and Spike enjoyed a very good adopted life.

The first picture, of course, is the sad Spike, and the second picture is the happy Spike with his new master.

The books are a 6" x 9" size, so the drawings are small, all on 8"x10" pager, and they are all done with a graphite pencil. The drawings take a long time to draw, paying attention to all the details is both a good quality of mine, and an albatross. Spike took a total of 57.25 hours. Which unfortunately, with my schedule, is not a mere week, but probably a month for this set. But I very much enjoy this calling, and relish in the details.

I hope you enjoy. I'll add the second set tomorrow.

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SAA Meeting Today

Today was a beautiful day here in Colorado. The temperature actually got up to 68 degrees in Denver. I drove down for a meeting with fellow collegues and members of The Society of Animal Artists. This was the 3rd annual meeting, and we are sharing more and more useful information. They are an enthusiastic group who really get me excited about doing more, and compliments from them mean so much. I'll be shooting to have a piece of my own in the small works show this fall at the Wildlife Experience in Parker, Colorado.

On the way home coming east on HWY 7, I was delayed about 30 minutes because of a bad accident. It is a really bad intersection. Traveling east you come to a railroad underpass, and immediately beyond the bridge is a cross road. Colorado Blvd. actually. And at the crossroad there is a traffic light. But going east it is hard to see the light around the bridge. The crossroad is completely blind. There were EMT's and an ambulance came to the rescue. I was too far back to see much, but the driver was still in the car heading east through that intersection, and the other one was off in the ditch. Both cars were probably totaled.

The rest of the way home was uneventful until I got there, and of course Gizmo thought I had completely abandoned him. To make up for it I took him with me to get some groceries.

I'm too tired to think of anything else to say tonight. Thanks for listening, and I'll talk to you soon.

A New, Old painting

This is a special treat for me. The painting pictured here, "Small Comfort," is a 20"x14" watercolor that was completed in 1983. At the time I was a member of Professional Artists of Colorado and it was prepared for our big annual show at the Regency. One of my collectors from St. Petersburg, Florida was there and bought this painting. He had four of my paintings but this is the only one available.

It has been in his home all these years until his death in 1998, and it then went to his daughter. Recently she had fallen on hard times, so she looked me up and offered it to me for sale, and now I have it back home. It was so nice to see it again. It now hangs in the Thunderbird Gallery just down the road. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have.

Today is windy. Blowing cold and can nearly take you off your feet. I don't like the wind.

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Gizmo Snow Sits

I forgot the picture of Gizmo. The little goober really likes the snow, and when I called him to come in, he just sat himself down in the snow and looked at me.

"Where's my stick mommy?"

"Please lets play some more!"

The faster the time goes .....

I guess it must be time for me to say hello again. Won't be much, but I'm amazed ... amused ... almost frightened by how fast the time is going. My last post was September 23, 2007. Twenty three days later my sister is gone, and I am still in Kansas for eight days. Helping her husband plan the funeral, then staying a few more days after everyone else is gone so he isn't alone too fast. I started out calling every night to say G'nite, but now that is a few times a week. We are doing better.


At the beginning of the year we were covered with snow, and what, 40 some days later the archway out front can see its own reflection in the melt off. I have to say, however, I'm happy I'm not in Wyoming nor in the mountains here. My goodness there has been a lot of snow. The state is 136% of normal here. That is a lot of snow. I wouldn't complain at all except for the price of propane. That is pretty scary.


I have been active with PoetrySoup.com lately. Even won a 9th place out of a hundred entries in a contest there. That was fun. The poem is a new one titled,
"Does He Love Me."

He loves me.
The flower sacrifices a petal to tell me so.

He loves me not.
I drop the petal and quickly reach for another.

He loves me.
With this petal I dream our time together.

He loves me not.
Do I love him? Enough?

He loves me.
I pull this petal slower ...

He loves me not.
Petals die at my feet. Expensive, love.

He loves me.
Too high the price. The flower has one petal.
It stands naked in my hand.
I take the last petal and the flower is gone.

He loves me not.

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Detour

Another poem with my Sister in mind. It has generated some strong comments at PoetrySoup.com.

"Detour"

Carefree childhood
School days
Wedding Day
Beautiful girls
Creative seamstress
Met Soul Mate
Daily joy
Togetherness
Forever after
Cancer
Detour

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Fireflies

Fireflies

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The surrounding night
wraps itself around my sleeping senses,
and awakens them.
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Sitting on the edge of the bed,
I stare out the window
into the deep velvety darkness.
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In the other room my sister sleeps --
Sleeping the sleep of a soul
preparing for life after death.
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I notice a small glow out back by the trees,
then another, flashing on and off.
Fireflies!
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I watch their waltz in the night,
against the dark trees, by the garden,
making a halo around the house.
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My sisters light
still shines.
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And finally I sleep.

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