I need a dog

Pints and Pups was this weekend.

I dragged myself out of bed, picked up Barbara, and headed over to Golden State Brewery in Santa Clara for some snuzzles with doggies and BEER!

It was fun to see old friends and to hang out with Barbara.

Drinking beer.

Barbara, in case you didn’t know it, is my “sister.”

We look so much alike people mistake us for sisters.

I got to check out the rescued dogs brought to the event by Thulani Senior German Shepherd Dog Rescue.

They rescue senior German shepherds that have been abandoned by their owners in their old age.

It’s heartbreaking.

I got the feeling like these dogs were searching the crowd for their person and not finding him or her.

They kept looking off into the distance.

Oblivious of my attempts to garner their attention.

But I loved on the doggies anyway and perhaps even signed myself up to volunteer with Thulani next weekend.

Of course, you MUST know that my favorite breed of dog is German shepherd, on account of I’ve had two and they were THE BEST DOGS.

I miss them terribly.

So I was incredibly pleased when friends took it upon themselves to paint an image of my Wendy girl from a picture I gave them.

It’s stunning!

Warms my poor little heart to see her again, in a painting.

This is actually a picture of Wendy around 3 years old, taken when I was rescuing her from the Tri-Valley Animal Shelter.

She somehow managed to sit long enough for me to snap a photo.

Wendy was never the sort to sit still for any length of time, so I was especially pleased I managed to get that photo of her.

And just like this picture of Mac (below), my first white German shepherd, it has become my quintessential photo of Wendy.

I need a dog.

 

 

My Paint Adventure

If you know anything about my family, you know that my birthmother is a PHENOMENAL artist. Truly extraordinary. No matter what the media, she excels in it – be it painting a mural for a church play or sketching an image in pen and pencil.

If you know anything about me, you know that I DID NOT INHERIT MY BIRTHMOM’S SPECIAL TALENT.

Oh, I’m passably good at three dimensional stuff – quilting, sculpture, and makeup. But that’s nothing compared to the true artist that my birthmom is.

I challenged myself to take a paint class with a coworker at one of those wine and paint parties. I wanted to push past my self-imposed limitations and see what I could do.

Here are all our blank canvases. We had a full house of almost 40 people!

Here is my “paint palette” – basically a paper plate with tempera paint on it (basically the same kind they use in preschools all across the country).

I know. Don’t get me started. I was quite disappointed that we weren’t using REAL paint, but in the end the result was still impressive.

Here’s a bit of the progression of my painting.

 

And here’s the finished product

And finally, a shot of my biggest concern during the whole painting experience… accidentally dropping my paintbrush in my beer.

Now that would be tragic.