is the morning moments I spend on creating a FAMILY SERIES piece. Today is Linus – John Singer Sargent style…
This one surprised me. I really wasn’t feeling to great this morning… lots of stress around other aspects of my life, coupled with needing to get a ton of other tasks done over the course of the day. So, I didn’t have high expectations for today.
I just wanted to get something done.I was 99.87650% sure whatever Sargent style piece came out, it wasn’t going to be an absolute winner.
Out of that came this image of a Linus. From sketch to save took a little over an hour.
Holy crap… I think if I wasn’t stressed and hurried and took my time my original low to no expectations would have been achieved. Lightning struck.
Never know what you can do until you do it… or not think about it.
There’s a lesson in all this somewhere but I’m too stressed to figure it out.
I’m just going to look at the Linus piece a little longer and then dive head first into the shallow end of my day. Don’t bother saving me…i’m already lost.
Maybe…in order to move forward, someone has to push you.
Either way… I was having a really bad day. It was a day where even though things were coming out of my mouth, no one was paying attention, listening or even caring. Lez would not get off her phone. Whatever was on it… email, Facebook, etc. it was really important. I asked her to put it down for a few minutes so we could eat lunch without leashes. It lasted for two bites before she picked up the phone again.
I get mad. On top of the bad morning I already had, my feelings are ignored again. I start yelling.
“What is so damn important?”
Lez says, “Do you have your phone on you? I’m sending you something.”
“Why can’t you tell me?! Why do we need phones?! We’re right in front of each other!”
“Check your phone”
“I don’t want to check my phone! Just. Tell. Me.”
“You need to see it.”
I’m steaming at this point. I only have 30 minutes for lunch. I begrudgingly pick up my phone.
I see the line Happy Early Birthday and a picture:
I wasn’t ready for that. I mean, I really wasn’t ready for that. And, my first reaction was not one of happiness.
“You really shouldn’t have done that. You really shouldn’t have done that.”
I was mad that it was sprung on me. I was mad that it was sprung on me like that. I was mad that Lucy was gone. I was mad that I hadn’t gotten over her yet. I was mad. And I let Lez know that.
Lez’s timing was less than ideal. We’d be able to get him in three days. I wasn’t ready.
The next three days…
…were filled with my apprehension – to the point of my ulcer flaring up. Will the other dogs take to him? Will I take to him? Refusing to take him was not an option. Thousands of animals need homes. We have a home.
But the year-old dog they called “AMP” had an especially traumatic backstory.
He was an owner surrender. A tiny victim of the July 2019 floods in Louisiana as a result of Hurricane Barry. He was neutered, chipped and given all his shots. Animal rescue organizations all across the country were called upon to help take some of the abandoned and surrendered animals displaced. AMP had a time… couped up in a container, hoping that someone somewhere would take him. I can’t imagine.
He was one of hundreds. Hundreds.
A local organization: Angels of Fur K9 Rescue was able to take AMP… and foster him while they looked for a new home. Lez saw him on their Facebook page and immediately filled out an application. She said as soon as she saw him she knew that AMP and I would hit it off.
This is a pic of our first meeting. I decide to name him Linus… he’ll never replace Lucy, but he’ll be there to remind me of her… as my security dog. He’s a little 9 lb. bundle of love. I think things will be okay.
You’ll be seeing him in the strip real soon. FUN FACT: WE got Linus exactly ONE YEAR TO THE DAY that we got Bruce.
And to my wife? Lez: you’re a pain in the ass… but I love you. Thanks.