Sylvester, the Tuxedo Cat, adopted our backyard and garage several years ago. He has become my muse (see the Sylvester page on this website). He tolerates my presence in the backyard, as he suns himself and gives himself a bath. He lets me take his photo. But he is a free agent who doesn't usually linger very long.
This idyll was interrupted when Snowball, the West Highland Terrier, came into our family. We adopted him, and I love him like a son (see the Snowball page on this website). He is sweet as pie and wouldn't hurt a fly, but he is a dog and a Westie at that, so he is very territorial. He loves our backyard because it has many wild spots where he can dig and do a ton of smelling. He's a regular detective when it comes to smelling.
He and Sylvester always seemed to be in the backyard at different times. Sylvester had probably learned Snowball's schedule and stayed clear.
This beautiful summer day I was on my chaise lounge reading a favorite Alexander McCall Smith novel (Isabel Dalhousie, THE GEOMETRY OF HOLDING HANDS). I was getting lost in her philosophical musings and how we should all treat each other with respect, when I heard a strange whirring sound. The air around me seemed to change.
I looked up to see Snowball, now a fierce Highland Warrior, chasing the startled Sylvester around in ever narrowing circles. Then with one swift leap, Sylvester jumped the fence, leaving little Snowball, who can't even manage to jump on our bed, in the
dust.
They're brothers, but like Cain and Abel they haven't learned to get along!
Anyway, they both are an inspiration to me, and this is their first painting together. Acrylic, 24" H X 24" W
This idyll was interrupted when Snowball, the West Highland Terrier, came into our family. We adopted him, and I love him like a son (see the Snowball page on this website). He is sweet as pie and wouldn't hurt a fly, but he is a dog and a Westie at that, so he is very territorial. He loves our backyard because it has many wild spots where he can dig and do a ton of smelling. He's a regular detective when it comes to smelling.
He and Sylvester always seemed to be in the backyard at different times. Sylvester had probably learned Snowball's schedule and stayed clear.
This beautiful summer day I was on my chaise lounge reading a favorite Alexander McCall Smith novel (Isabel Dalhousie, THE GEOMETRY OF HOLDING HANDS). I was getting lost in her philosophical musings and how we should all treat each other with respect, when I heard a strange whirring sound. The air around me seemed to change.
I looked up to see Snowball, now a fierce Highland Warrior, chasing the startled Sylvester around in ever narrowing circles. Then with one swift leap, Sylvester jumped the fence, leaving little Snowball, who can't even manage to jump on our bed, in the
dust.
They're brothers, but like Cain and Abel they haven't learned to get along!
Anyway, they both are an inspiration to me, and this is their first painting together. Acrylic, 24" H X 24" W
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