Dawgs

Song - Walking the Dog by Rufus Thomas


This is my friend Gwen's sweet doggie named Grace.  She loves her mom, stuffed animals and carrots! A truly gentle soul.

I loved this pose of her relaxing on her front foot, while keeping an eye that Gwen was still nearby.

Since I had bought Gwen a birthday present but wasn't allowed to bring it on the plane (a large candle in glass - what was I thinking?), I painted Grace for her. The mandala in the background is from the Pema Chodron & K. D. Lang event brochure.

"Dogs laugh, but they laugh with their tails."    Max Eastman

A Dogs Life

Song - Ain't No Sunshine - Joe Cocker

 

 

 

Mr. B and I have two West Highland White Terriers or "Westies".  

 

 

I was starting to write this post about how sick they both are but then what hit me was how much happiness and joy they have brought to our family.  

 

 

Mika our 10 year old is a little "Tom Boy".  She is constantly rolling on or in something and so she is constantly in need of a bath.  She has pink-brown legs from allergies and stiff matted fur.  But oh is she a happy dog.  Never worries about a thing except what time breakfast is being served.  She is constantly under foot and curious as to what you are doing.  She likes to be included.  She gets one cup of food and is a little on the "round" side.

 

 

 

 

Max our 13 year old is sophisticated, will play when he feels like it and carries the weight of the world on his shoulders.  He surveys our backyard like it's his grand estate and he is responsible for every little leaf.  His fur is silky and white and rarely needs bathing.  Max gets two cups of food and is always slim and trim.  

 

Why does that always happen to females?

 

Lately they are not wagging their tails very much.

Mika  has Pneumonia and something else going on with her respiratory system that has yet to be diagnosed.

 

Max was just diagnosed with kidney failure.  

 

 

 

 

 Just a month ago they would both happily jump in bed with us for a little morning snuggle but as soon as they hear the word "breakfast", they would run around the corner, down the hall and skid into the kitchen, while leaving area rugs scattered behind them.  Then they would dance and chase each other until breakfast was served.

Not for the last week or so. 

They are both sleeping a lot and Max has stopped eating for the most part.

 

 

They are best friends.  And they are both my comfort and joy.....

 

 

 

 

 

“Dogs laugh, but they laugh with their tails.” - Max Eastman