People ask me all the time how I feel about having a dog like Crash around our baby... and that question can easily be summed up by the above photo. He's a great dog - quite likely the greatest dog I have ever known. I could go on for days and days about all the things I like about him and I could also make a fairly decent list of the things he has done over the course of his 5 year life that have TOTALLY PISSED ME OFF. The where-did-I-get-him-story: He found me. I had a boxer puppy years before that had died suddenly. Three years later - I did YET ANOTHER Google search for a black faced brindle boxer and a link came up from a farm north of my home town. Two farmers had pure bred boxers and now they had puppies without papers. I called to see if they had any male black faced brindle boxers left and I bought him over the phone RIGHT THEN. Sight unseen. A week later I flew 800 miles, drove for two hours and picked him up from our designated meeting spot on the side of the highway. (In retrospect that was ridiculous. I could have ended up with a POODLE!) That's why I say the he found me. (PHOTO NOTE: THE OCTOPUS TO THE RIGHT OF CRASH IS OLLIE - our new reading chair! Thanks Hannah!)
From the very first day - Crash and I had a deal: if he made me laugh more than he made me angry - I'd make sure he had food and a wickedly designer dog bed (in every room of the house). He's still here so I guess it worked out good for ALL OF US.
Crash can usually be found where ever the sunbeams are moving throughout the house. Good dog.
OKAY. Enough about DOGS!! I hear ya. Dan is complaining that all I do is blog about Crash & Pilot. Boo hoo. I think he is feeling left out.
YESTERDAY was awesome. Another full day of painting and I got the commissioned piece done and another one started. VERY GOOD. I will post those when I have approval. Pilot had a great day, too. I have no other words than to say that the all-day-uninterupted-painting-sessions are better for me THAN A MONTH AT THE SPA. They are definitely better for me than TEQUILA. They are certainly better than running away from home - which was what I was going to try next. They are better for me than I can properly express... I needed that time to paint and those hours without anyone needing me. Because I needed me. (IT ROCKED SO HARD.)
Today: I'm not painting. I'm going to hang out and do errands and bask in a little bit of the afterglow still here from yesterday. I'm going to visit. I'm going to totally and thoroughly enjoy this life of mine. I have a bounce in my step. I didn't even grumble about getting up at 5:02am with Pilot. Good morning baby! I am busy planning my next art-moves on my next nanny-day and I'm nearly BREATHLESS ABOUT THAT. I'm enjoying the pink gladiolas I bought myself yesterday. I'm LOVING the freshly washed duvets. I'm happy as a bug to sing Three Green and Speckled Frogs OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER again - or at least until nap time. Sweet deal - bring it on.
I'm not sure if I have mentioned how great Dan is lately? I should. Alright, alright. Let's get this day started. Go!
