Last night, I opened a window a bit to let in fresh air. John, Chloe and Mack were in a coma. Chloe’s snores are pretty loud…Mack is still have sinus trouble poor thing….
That sketch pretty much sums it up. The howls were very disconcerting. There is something primal about how we reacted. I love wildlife of all types and I am all for living harmoniously. That was the first time I heard coyotes in the dark and it took me off guard. The neighbors told us coyotes lived in the area. And bobcats. Oh. and a Florida panther is in the area, too. Even as I write this I am listening. Yesterday people put their trash out so they were probably doing a trash raid and the raccoons will get blamed for it.
Alligators? Hell yeah, seen those plenty of times. It’s Florida, you assume every body of water had one. We see them all time. Even on the Florida turnpike.
It was a wet stormy day the other on Independence Day. Usually we get hit by a passing storm in the evening. Sometimes we just get “heat lightning.” Other days we get the whole kickass “boom- booms- light- show” and then no rain at all.
On Independence Day, we got the whole show and we kept our fingers crossed that it would wash out the neighborhood armageddon of fireworks. It didn’t, but gratefully it wasn’t as bad down here as it was when we lived on Long Island.
Chloe and Mack do not like “boom boom’s” of any type. Chloe shivers the whole time and if a thunderstorm happens during the weekday, either John or myself get a Chubby Chi cemented to our lap. Mack barks at them as if that actually would make them go away. Doesn’t work. Don’t tell Mack. He thinks he does a great job protecting the realm.
This has been a difficult time for us and we know we are not alone. We are doing the best we can and trying to be smart about when we leave the house. We stick to a routine of working from home (my temp studio is in the garage) and around 4:30-ish we make dinner. After dinner we might take a ride to sit by the Indian River or the beach (it’s usually empty later) and sit until sunset. Sometimes we take Chloe and Mack. We have our daily routine, with or without rain.
Below is a page out of my sketchbook. The furred babies would not be happy to be out in the rain. Although Chloe does appreciate umbrellas. Mack could care, wet is wet. He’s a pig, he’d roll in the mud if we weren’t watching him.
Here are the last three doggies of the book. It was a wonderful project and I truly enjoyed it so much that I am looking for another tiny project. Though I am looking to get or make books where the pages don’t chop my image in half. The PAGE size was 2.33 x 1.66 and that’s small.
A reminder that the book is at the Brooklyn Art Library in Brooklyn. You will be able to check this one and last year’s out similar to a library. I also have regular sized ones there as well but I think the two tiny ones were my best. You can go to http://www.sketchbookproject.com for more information.
Chloe is the finale image. We got Chloe several months after Troy, our beloved Min Pin passed away at 16. Troy was a good and loyal dog. Chloe picked us. I wasn’t looking for Chihuahua. We were looking for a Papillon. I picked up Chloe and she snuggled up under my chin and let this sigh of “please don’t leave me” and she came home with us. She is 9 and still snuggles into my chin when she needs comforting.
Mack is Chloe’s long haired half brother. He came to us knocking over things like doggie gates and earned his name because he was a tiny, tough, furry truck. Hence Mack. Mack is a badass until we start cooking things in a frying pan. He’ll disappear and bark from the back yard. We laugh and say he’s yelling “Fire! Fire! Fire!” Idiot would be out there in a snow storm and we’d have to go get him. Not the brightest bulb in the box but his loyalty is without question.
We love both and they are our dog children. I am glad many of you enjoyed this sketchbook.
This tiny sketchbook is part of the Tiny Sketchbook Project. It will be on tour and it also can be viewed at the Brooklyn Art Library along with 1000’s of other sketchbooks and my tiny sketchbook from last year. If you’d like to view it in person, go to sketchbookproject.com for more information.
As I got to the 2nd half of the book, the pages seemed stiffer and I had a deeper gutter. I pondered taking the book apart and stitching it but I worried that it wouldn’t reassemble nicely so I left it alone.