Friday, December 4, 2009
Oil on board, 6" x 6"
$125 plus $6 shipping in U.S.
Winslow leaps joyously into the truck to go with me every day to the studio. At a year and a half old, he still has a lot of the pup in him. When we come through the door, his daily routine is to grab his old chewed-up plastic milk jug and run as fast as he can through all the rooms.
Winslow loves to chew. I've had to "kid-proof" the studio, as in the past he has sunk his sharp little canines into paint tubes, gnawed the handles off brushes and shredded his sleeping blanket. But when given one of those expensive little pet store treats designed for dogs to whittle on, he promptly and furtively hides it in a dark corner--never to return. The other day I found the mangled remains of my college diploma scattered across the floor. I haven't a clue where he found it--haven't seen it myself in twenty years. It occurs to me that if Winslow had been around back in my school days, I could have kept a straight face while telling teachers my dog ate my homework.
When he is through with the chewing and running around for awhile, Winslow sometimes settles himself in the dark and quiet at the far end of the hall near the door, mustering as much patience as he can, while waiting for his master (master...now that's a laugh!) to take him for a walk.