Young Golden.

I was thinking about Remy when he was a young pup - not a baby, but that fleeting period where I could see the promise of what he would look like as an adult. However, he still had those big paws that he had yet to grow into and the occasional wayward movements of the young who are trying to get used to their ever changing, growing limbs! Adorable.
This is a sketch of another young Golden at that age:

Does he know he is adorable?

A few strokes...

of watercolor, ink and gesso and a little dog is born :-)

Little dog critter

I remember...

my first dance recital. I was eight years old. The night of the performance was so very, very exciting - the height of the stage, the lights, the energy and somewhere out there...the audience. It's an odd sensation - feeling the presence of so many people but not seeing anything past the footlights. But I loved it :-)

Put on your dancin' shoes.

A quick sketch

that somehow turned into something more for me...

"Missing You"

The weekend will be here

and it just might be

I like the look of the British spelling with the two "l's".

The happy squirrel

Remy has a new squirrel toy, the one with sixteen (!) squeakers.

Modeled on a flying squirrel perhaps?

It's his second one; his first squirrel has one remaining working squeaker and alas, Remy performed Golden retriever surgery on its head and other parts. Sad to say, it's quite a mess. The following photo is not for the faint of heart:

Gruesome, huh.

But now Remy's happy and his new squirrel looks pretty happy, too, don't you think? :-)

Smile.

An unplanned stop

I had planned to continue working on this piece but something said, "Stop", so I did.

More Planet flora

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