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The Furry Warren

I have an extra 20 minutes this morning.  I have some extra room in the office.  I have some extra room in the living room.  I have a dog door that can remain shut.  I have an extra bag of dog food and a few months of heartworm and flea and tick medication.  I have a whole bunch of dog treats and dog toys.  I have a hole in my heart that I did not expect to be so big. 
 Ruby is 13 years old. I still find it difficult to put her in the past tense. I love her. It’s not I loved her. I still love her. 
 Ruby, I’m sorry I had a baby in the middle of your last good years so that I didn’t have much time to play with you.   Ruby, I’m sorry I didn’t take you to Fort Funston more when you could actually run around and enjoy it.   Ruby, I’m sorry I didn’t believe that you really saw raccoons coming in our house and that you were trying to protect us all those years. 
 Ruby, thank you for always trying to protect us, even when you were deaf and could only bark when you finally saw new people in …

Becoming / Being an Artist

Sometimes people ask me if I'm an artist and I usually just say that I pretend.  I love making art, but I've always felt that if my job wasn't in the arts, then I didn't really deserve to call myself an artist.

I guess I just don't really want to disappoint people or want people to judge me once I tell them I'm an artist.  For me, declaring you're an artist means that you are good at art. I've decided that even bad artists are still artists, and hey, I could be one of those!  I'll just be forever learning.

Sometimes I start pieces where the inspiration is huge.  I have this grandiose idea of how it's going to come out.  And then I get halfway through, and it's looking pretty good by my standards, and then I start to freak out because I think maybe the result won't be able to live up to my own expectations.

My five-year-old son drew this picture of a house and I think it's amazing.  

This prompts me to want to paint my own version of …