Terenelf's
By George
Ch. Vennwoods Special Edition
x Dear Me of Revelmere
Born in 1991
Oh... George won't go near it. He just plays ball around it, and if his ball hits it, he approaches it as cautiously as if it were in a deep, dark, hard-to-get-into corner!
I used a lot of bigger brushes than I'm used to (and a lot more paint!) and some funky purples for shadows. The only black is on his facial features. It felt so good, I'm ready to do another! I even bought a little jigsaw (WOW that thing can be dangerous... I'm not sure I should do power tools) and a "mouse" sander.
Judi will never live down the fact that she was my student in art class from the 4th thru the eighth grade! She used to hang out in the art room - partly because she liked art, but mainly because she liked my dogs. I had German Shepherd dogs then and used to take them to school as "nude models" for the kids to draw. Her family used to invite me for dinner often and we always kept in touch over the years. She visited my house, too, and one day she wrote that she wanted one of my Corgis. Judi went into art professionally and now works for a design studio in Alphretta, GA.
It was a hot day, one of a long string of hot days, and with no rain in sight. As I was unloading groceries into the refrigerator, I knelt on one knee to shove the five-pound bags of carrots onto the bottom shelf. (The carrots are my bribe / peace offering to my Red-headed NightMare... but that's another story). A panting George nosed under my bent knee (the leg-brushing an ancient gesture meaning "food? food! ya got food up there? hey! hel-looo!! down here!"), looked up at me, and I watched as his gaze settled on the shelves of food before him. His eyes closed halfway as he delicately sniffed the escaping cool air. He quickly looked up at me again, his panting interrupted by this new interest, his mouth partially opened as saliva pooled (you know the look), one lip pulled back slightly to show a tooth. Then he settled into a sit that rapidly slid into a lie-down between the cool fragrant cave and me, blocking open the door. As I stood and said, "OK, that's all," he lowered his head beside his paws into the all-too familiar pose of having settled in for one of the medium-long naps. He opened an eye, and closed it. "OK", he seemed to say, "see ya later!"
