This is my Bubs Wubbles, otherwise known as
Henwy....part Shar Pei, part Irish Terrier, Henwy comes from a broken Amish family from the dark backwoods of rural Pennsylvania. Rumor has it his kid brother was trampled by one of the cows there by mistake. Yep, life was hard back then. Henwy was three months old and beginning to starve to death when a kindly soul stepped in and got him and his remaining brothers out of there. Shortly after he came to live with me. He was small but already looked like an old man. One of my friends wanted to call him Benjamin Button, but my sister suggested Henry and it stuck, sort of, ya see, Henry is abnormally small for his age. His poor upbringing has stunted his growth and his Shar Pei features keep him looking quite youthful (well..he's only about 14 months as we speak) but...he's my little forever puppy. He's got a bad heart and some other tough issues but I gotta tell ya, this little guy is so full of life and personality and charm. And when he 'talks', he talks wike dis...whatrya gonna do?
i found this magic wand today, at the beach. i'm not sure what kind of powers it has but it's a really awful shade of beigey-pink. I wonder what that means. It looks multifunctional.
I live near an old amusement park that closes after Labor Day. An empty amusement park is a sort of bittersweet and beautiful thing. No more loud happy noises or mad shrieking, no more aromas of fried sugar waffles and french fries...just the rides, abandoned but still colorful and charming. The park I live near is called Sea Breeze but it used to be called Dreamland, which is what I named this painting.
Hey I just realized that this stoneware plate I painted makes for a great Halloween decoration..black cat, check. Ravens, check. Orange, check...
This is my Bubs Wubbles, otherwise known as Henwy....part Shar Pei, part Irish Terrier, Henwy comes from a broken Amish family from the dark backwoods of rural Pennsylvania. Rumor has it his kid brother was trampled by one of the cows there by mistake. Yep, life was hard back then. Henwy was three months old and beginning to starve to death when a kindly soul stepped in and got him and his remaining brothers out of there. Shortly after he came to live with me. He was small but already looked like an old man. One of my friends wanted to call him Benjamin Button, but my sister suggested Henry and it stuck, sort of, ya see, Henry is abnormally small for his age. His poor upbringing has stunted his growth and his Shar Pei features keep him looking quite youthful (well..he's only about 14 months as we speak) but...he's my little forever puppy. He's got a bad heart and some other tough issues but I gotta tell ya, this little guy is so full of life and personality and charm. And when he 'talks', he talks wike dis...whatrya gonna do?
