Oil on canvas 5’x7’

I sold this on Etsy after I forgot I even had an account. It had special meaning for buyer. She was very happy with it which made me feel good.

My beautiful boy having fun. You may notice he only had three legs, the victim of a hit and run before I adopted him. This painting was in a show in NYC run by some young Koreans to support saving dogs from meat trade. They were so lovely to us artists and even gave us each a book of the art in show.

Oil on canvas. Photo in book of artwork. I need to find the book to credit the lovely photo on right taken by photographer who did series of dogs young and then as seniors.

Oil on paper

Oil on canvas from online photo. Gift

Oil on canvas. From online photograph just for practice

John must be feeling rather in his element at the moment as the owners of The Woodstock Museum came over to talk with him and record their conversation. It’s been three hours since they arrived and their Prius is still parked in his driveway. That’s a lot of talking, even for John. Even with his vast catalogue of impressive stories, he must be running out of by now. I fear he may now be at the meat discussion phase as he has probably worked up an appetite with all that mandibular activity. I can imagine this poor couple wondering how to extricate themselves from a situation in which John is endlessly discussing stuffed pork roasts and Adam’s chicken sausage. Of course, I have no proof they are truly the owners of The Woodstock Museum. They could be part of the cannibalistic cabal that is running the country. If I were to walk over there right now, John’s head may very well be baking in an oven. That would be terrible. I don’t know how to use the cappuccino machine. I hope these people at least had the decency to pull his arm out of its socket before butchering him.

As a note of explanation, if you don’t know him, John has several ailments he claims would be remedied by having his arm pulled out of its socket. He has consulted doctors and, I believe, chiropractors, none of whom will do this for him. I often offer to tie a boulder to his arm and throw it off the porch but he refuses to let me help him in this manner.

So this horrible thing happened the other night. You know how you are watching Seinfeld or old Law and Orders or something good and, just as your xanax vodka cocktail kicks in, something awful comes on? And the remote control is like a whole foot away on the coffee table and there is no way you can reach it? That’s how I ended up seeing The Help, one of the worst movies ever created. Like, Get Out is supposed to make white liberals squeamish but nothing in that movie could compare to the horror of The Help. I was never so embarrassed to be a white liberal in my life. I wanted to rip up my college entrance essay and pretty much every Sociology paper, too. Anyway, that was last year but it happened again. This time, I was totally minding my own business, doing some Ken Ken and watching the Ass Man episode of Seinfeld when it happened. Just as my eyes started to roll around and I felt the left side of my face spank the glossy page of the NY Times Magazine, a movie called, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days came on. If you have ever seen it, you can imagine the horror. There I was trapped watching Kate Hudson playing some plucky writer for some stupid womens’ magazine and Matthew Mcconaughy playing some douchebag. I’m sure it was a big reach for him. Anyway, She’s trying to do all the wrong things women do while dating a douchebag that gets them dumped and he is trying to do all the right things a guy can do and you really just hope a sharknado will come tearing their bodies apart and splattering their remains all over Manhattan. I kind of doubt it but maybe that is, in fact, how it ended because, although I wasn’t smart enough to leave the remote control within reach, I did have the bottle of xanax right in front of me on the crossword puzzle next to the Ken Ken. I managed to get one out with my right hand which, luckily, wasn’t stuck under my hip like the other one. I stuck it in my mouth but had no liquid to swallow it with so I just sucked it like a lozenge. It was bitter as hell but I just swallowed the bitterness. Anything to get away from Kate Hudson secretly and enthusiastically catching the game with the kitchen crew while Matthew Mcdouchahay tried to be Prince Charming. Finally, I drifted off. These people have plenty of money. Why do they need to make us suffer?