So, I got to spend some time with superstar Piper, who’s being held by her mom, Vickie, the wife of my friend from childhood, Joe.
Superstar Piper
Ah, the beers? First, I had a pint of the Irish Dry Stout; then, a pint of Mischievous Brown Ale.
Where: Helltown Brewing, Houston, PA taproom.
Annyth and I are celebrating the Christmas holidays outside Columbus, OH with family. All of the people, young and old, are creative, generous, intelligent, and talented; but there’s one who stands out above the rest: Willy, a magnificent Portuguese Water Dog.
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…and he was a well-behaved, sweet, cuddly dog. His mate, Jet was just as friendly.
Annyth took the photo that I used as a reference for this Sketch Club, iPad painting.
We said goodbye to one of the best on March 20, 2021.
Our old Cowboy eats his dinner, and it’s time to play.
(Eleven and a half year old Belgian Tervuren)
Click to enlarge to full size: 2048 x 2732
iPad Pro, Apple Pencil, Procreate
Has your dog ever suddenly turned into a sawhorse while you guys are on a walk?
Yesterday’s post attracted the attention of a few dog lover bloggers, probably the #dog tag … :-). I’ve had a dog-on dog on my mind and at my side all day long, so earlier this afternoon I asked Annyth if she had a good picture of our Belgian Tervuren, Cowboy. She sent several. I chose this one because of his eyes.
This is a digital, freehand, side-by-side, iPad drawing using a reference photo and a Sty-HD stylus.
First of all, that’s the rear end of a Belgian Tervuren named Cowboy going through his very own, brand new dog door. It took him around six cheese-assisted tries before he got the swing of it independently; it took me about five hours to install the door…with additional help from Ann!
It was well worth the effort! Cowboy now has direct and immediate access to the fenced-in, outside world, but because of the dog door, he can also take air-conditioned refuge from the Central Valley summertime heat. This is an appropriate development for a dog, who before our move to Merced, California, lived in an upper-floor, downtown Des Moines, Iowa loft! Three times a day, at least, for almost two and a half years, season after season, Cowboy would suit up, walk down the hall, get into and out of the elevator, walk through the lobby, out the front door, and continue for another 50 yards before he could finally get down to business! And he never complained once!!
This prayer goes out to Cowboy and all the other love dogs who teach us how to pray: (Link to YouTube Love Dogs by Rumi…or see it embedded below from my YouTube channel, plongeaux.)
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