Do you have a dog that prefers to be carried rather than walk when the weather’s not to his or her liking?
Today is such a day. It’s raining. Phyllis is curled up on the couch and snoring peacefully. If I told her it was time for her walk, she’d look at me like I just asked her to write a poem about Brussels sprouts. Then she’d slouch back into her pillows and I’d have to get her harness on while she pretended to sleep…
I would like to take this rainy day as an opportunity to show some sketches and paintings I did of the dogs in my life. After all, I have them to thank for my daily walks in the woods — ultimately, for starting this project (they didn’t actually tell me to start a blog, I’m not quite “there” yet).
I couldn’t write this post without mentioning and showing a few sketches of Squeak. He was my dear sweet terrier mix who sadly passed away almost four years ago. I miss him every day.
If you have a pet, try sketching it. You’ll find that, sometimes, sketches make better memories than photographs or videos.