August 19, 2010
White Dog lay next to me and Quinn stretched out between the legs of my easel as I painted this afternoon. It was warm but the shade on the deck made our spot comfortable. A total Monet moment, with dogs around me, the dappled garden abuzz with life, color tipped paintbrush in hand. It was pure bliss on many levels: the domestic tranquility, the lazy summer rhythm, the creative connection...it felt like we were isolated in our own little haven, perfect, and serene. I worked for nearly two hours; WD and TOWD watched, gently napped, and periodically asked for scritchings. When I began to clean brushes, they both sat up, stretched, and went back to their "normal" routine...magic broken.