Yesterday I had such a lovely day again. I sat in a lawn chair with my feet in the water to paint this while my little dog went foraging and came back with both a deer skull and a dead bird. Leave it to her. Surprisingly, the water was already quite warm for this time of year. Usually we have to wait for July to swim in the snow run-off, but the kids were already splashing and swimming in this quiet and rather shallow part of the river.
Uncle Bob 10:00 am on June 15, 2010 | #
Glad the day went well for you and you had time to share the view with us. Isn’t this a braw time of year? Had to laugh at your wee dog’s foraging expedition. At least you ate well last night
Nikira 5:18 am on June 16, 2010 | #
Sounds like a happy day. I am curious about your dog, how she looks? She must be strong to bring deer skull. Can you draw her? I like colors of the water.
ziza 7:47 am on June 16, 2010 | #
The question, I’d like an answer to, is “how does that dog smell?”
To illustrate why I’m asking that, here is another excerpt from MPFC (showing Hitler giving a speech in German):
“Hitler: [subtitle] My dog’s got no nose!
Soldier (from the crowd): [subtitle] How does he smell?
Hitler: [subtitle] Awful!”
Another one by 2 of my countryman:
Disappointed with no catch (no birds that they were hunting for) one guy says to the other:
“I suspect this dog is not a retriever (“bird-dog” in our language), or we are not throwing him high enough?!”
It seems Rose that your dog is a retriever after all!?
Margie 7:57 am on June 16, 2010 | #
how beautiful!!
roseindigo 9:24 am on June 16, 2010 | #
Hahahaha, no my dog is just a little gray terrier, the most intelligent dog I’ve ever owned, and she doesn’t smell because I bathe her fairly often since she gets into so much trouble. I have a special shower wand in the bathtub to get the smell out (of her fur).
She is a real expert at finding bones when we are out. Se she has a good nose. One time she dragged a whole deer bone carcass up a hill and then dropped it, expecting me to help her with it. I did help, but we buried it under a pile of autumn leaves so she could retrieve it the next time we went back—and she did. A lot of deer get killed on the highways here and when they are hurt they usually go into the brush to die until she finds them.
One of these days I’ll try a portrait of her just to challenge myself. She has the longest eyelashes I have ever seen on anything, when you can see them because her fur falls right over her eyes, sort of a “Yorkie” look.