This is Jack. His Mama won the drawing for a free mini portrait (5" by 7") last year, and now she has a sweet little keepsake for years to come. You could win a mini portrait of one of your pets if you stop by my open house next Saturday, Dec. 2nd:
So, maybe you won't win the portrait, but maybe you'll win a personalized paw print pendant (available with a dog paw print, cat paw print, or horseshoe print). It would look like this:
Still don't think you'd be a lucky winner? Well, not everyone can win all the time, but I still have a little something for you just for coming by (at least for about the first 30 people or so)...just to say "Thanks for coming by."
I hope you'll consider stopping in...Saturday, Dec. 2nd....11 am to 4 pm...contact me for directions.
It was two years ago today that we lost Teddy, and just over four years that we lost Sophie. I think about them and miss them everyday, as well as all the other dogs and pets I've had and lost....
I have sometimes thought of the final cause of dogs having such short lives and I am quite satisfied it is in compassion to the human race; for if we suffer so much in loving a dog after an acquaintance of ten or twelve years, what would it be if they were to live double that time?
We give them back to you, dear Lord,
If you're on my email list, your email invitation will be arriving in your email box very soon. If you're not on my email list and you would like an invitation (that will include the address and directions, let me know and I will add you to my list, or just send you an invitation.) While it is an opportunity to shop for pet lovers on your gift list or for yourself, it's also (and mostly) a no-obligation invitation for you to come by, say "hi" to me and the pups (and Art--the husband and the paintings...) and grab a cookie or two. I also have a nifty little gift for the first 30 or so friends to stop by. So please add this to your calendar, and I hope to see you the first Saturday of December.
I have been wanting to take Maeve to the groomer's for some time now, but she so dislikes certain aspects of being handled and having things done to her that I have put it off again and again. I've tried to do the best I could for her at home, but she really needed a thorough, full-on professional grooming. So, I called Sally, who has groomed Maggie for years and took such good care of Teddy, (whom she deemed "the hairiest dog ever," despite owning three golden retrievers of her own)...Sally, "you ain't seen nothin' yet"...
Things a groomer should know about Maeve: She hates getting wet and is highly suspicious of water squirting out of anything. I have not successfully trimmed more than two toenails in a single day on her when I have done it myself, and the last time I took her to the vet to have her nails trimmed, it took forever because they needed three technicians to get the job done. And she has double dew claws, so that means more nails to trim. She is also deeply offended by any activity that involves moving her tail to accomplish it. Too much of any of these and Maeve goes into sulking mode in her crate for a while.
So, we arrived at the vet office where Sally does the grooming, and she asked me if I would accompany her to take Maeve down stairs to the grooming area. Sounded like a good idea. And it was necessary, because once Maeve got to the landing in the stairwell, she decided she wasn't interested in going the rest of the way. So, with a little pulling from me in the front and a little pushing from Sally in the back, we got her where she needed to go. A little more pushing and she was in the wash tub. I was worried. Sally was worried. I had to leave. I told Sally to just do what she could, at least it would be a start.
Less than an hour later, I got a text from Sally, with this photo:
and the message that the bath went well and the hair dryer went well and Maeve was wonderful. Relief! Then a couple of hours later, another text saying that the nails were no problem and declaring Maeve to be "a great girl"! After an afternoon of more drying, trimming and lots of brushing, Maeve looked even more beautiful than usual (and slightly smaller with much of the undercoat gone) and Sally was in love with her. So all my worry and fear for nothing. Isn't that always the way...Look out Maggie!! You're next...
One year ago today we signed the contract to make Maeve our very own fluffmuffin. It has been a year of sweet snuggles, quirky surprises, funny stories, more quirky surprises, lots of love, additional quirky surprises, some solid squirrel protection and enough dog hair to choke a horse...and we couldn't be happier! So we celebrated with the best kind of car ride possible...the kind that results in ice cream (well, frozen custard, actually). Enjoy!
My parents celebrated their 66th wedding anniversary back in March. For the last few years, my Dad has given my mom a piece of jewelry created by me for the occasion. This year I wanted to come up with something kind of smacktacular (yes, I just made this word up), and I want to share the finished product with you. I was pleased with how it turned out.
First, you see a charming pendant on a strand of sodalite beads. In case you can't read the inscription due to the lighting, it says "Every love story is beautiful, but ours is my favorite." And the dates above and below the message reflect their wedding and anniversary dates. So I could stop right there and be pretty happy with the necklace, but I didn't.....
No...the real magic lies inside. This little charmer is a slide locket. Whaaaaat????!! That little pendant is just part of the package....The cover slides away to reveal a photo.
It's a photo of my mom and dad cutting the cake at their wedding reception. And it is the ONLY photo that they have of them on their wedding day. Here, it (actually, a copy of it) is embedded in resin in a bezel behind the cover. Ta Da!!!
And just for fun, a few more design secrets and details on the back:
Not too bad, huh? Happy anniversary Mom and Dad! I love you so much, and I'm so happy and lucky that you are my parents!
Wishing you all a very happy Christmas. Here is a little twist on the Christmas story that I thought was nice, and I want to share it with you. It was sent to me by one of the jewelry making supply companies I use (jewelrysupply.com). I don't know the author, so I can't give credit to anyone (sorry).
A Christmas Story
It seemed like it had snowed forever. The stores and taverns were open, but there were no customers. The town square, usually filled with people going about their business, was empty and strangely silent. The cold, grey winter seemed like it would never end. Any flicker of hope was lost, buried under a thick blanket of snow. There was no joy. No happiness. No one dared to dream. No one cared.
In an old wooden shed at the end of town, a single, tiny candle burned, glowing softly against the long and bitterly cold night. Slowly, as the hours passed by, the candle's flame grew stronger and brighter. By midnight it had grown bright enough to escape the old wooden shed, and soon began to light up even the darkest corners of the town. Curious citizens, stirred from their winter slumber by the strange light, began to emerge from their homes and move towards the old wooden shed. They were soon followed by people from other towns and other villages. All were drawn by the beautiful light from this ever increasing flame. No one could reason why the light existed, but that didn't seem to matter. And as more and more people arrived, the candle's flame grew even stronger, until it was the brightest light visible in the night sky.
Over time, the light from this tiny candle's flame spread beyond towns and villages, beyond cities and countries, and beyond boundaries and borders. For those who were lost, the light became a beacon to guide them safely home. For those who had no hope, the light gave them reason to believe. For those who had no joy, the light gave them love. And for those who struggled, the light brought them peace.
In just one night, this simple, tiny candle forever changed the world.
Peace and love to you at Christmastime.
Maeve does not like rain. So much so that she will hold her business until the drops stop falling from the sky. She will ask to go out and stand by the door wagging her tail, but once the door is open and she takes a few steps out, she will stop, turn around and head to "her couch," giving us a look like, "Are you crazy? Water is falling from the sky..."
So, on our first snowy day--really snowy, and really cold, we wondered...will she go out? Or will she hold it? Until spring???
Well, no worries! She loves the snow, and the cold. She pretty much treats it like a warm spring day...
Maggie...well...she likes some snow, but the bitter cold brings her running back inside pretty fast.
The only problem with Maeve liking the snow is finding her when she's out in it.
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