When I talk about painting "Bad Dogs", people often get a little irate. They say, "But you have great dogs! How can you say such a thing?"
Oh sure, they're great. I could, in fact, wax on all day about how awesome my dogs are. But I would be lying to you if I told you my neighbors have never heard the following conversations I have had with my dogs:
"Stop humping the cat! I can't even look at you for the rest of the day now!"
"Where the heck did you even find a chicken?"
"Stop sniffing my crotch! It's the same crotch I had yesterday."
"Drop it!" You are sooooo not putting that stinky deer leg in my car!"
"Bark it up Barky. I think you forgot to bark at something."
"What are you eat...Oh God...is that a rat tail in your mouth?"
"If you eat that I will not be kissing you today!"
"Stop whining. It's not my fault you ate the volcano ! "(science fair project)
"Oh gross! That's the grossest puke ever! When were you eating rotten starfish anyways?"
The year of letting go, of understanding loss. grace. of the word "no" and also being able to say "you are not kind". The year of humanity/humility. when the whole world couldn't get out of bed. everyone I've met this year says the same thing, "you are so easy to be around. how do you do that?" the year I broke open and dug out all the rot with my own hands. the year I learnt small talk and how to smile at strangers. the year I understood that I am my own best friend when I reach out and ask, "do you want to be my friend?" the year of sugar everywhere. softness. sweetness. honey. honey. the year of being alone and learning how much I like it. the year of hugging people I don't know, because I want to know them. the year I made peace and love right here.