I guess most of you have heard about my poor mum, breaking her ankle while on her trip to Australia. I told her she shouldn't go anywhere without me. Jetting off on her own like that, off the lead and everything. I should have kept her under closer control.
Now it looks like she won't be able to go walkies with me for weeks and weeks. It's not fair.
So, mum, if you see this, I hope your paw isn't hurting too much. Dad says mum and I will need to spend lots of time together when she gets back even if she can't play football in the garden or go for runs down the canal.
So he's been trying to get me interested in art, after I saw this amazing post over at
Scruffy, Lacie and Stan's Place.
Lacie posted about this amazing airedale
Cassie who creates artwork by painting nose goob onto the household windows. Her owner
Beth - who is a real artist, by the way - then does amazing things with them on the 'puter.
I don't think I've got Cassie's natural artistic ability. And I know for a fact that dad is no artist. He's as bad at photoshop as he is with a camera.
But we thought we'd have a go, to show our appreciation of the great airedale art being produced by Cassie and Beth.
This is dad's office window. It's where I stand to check out what's going on in the garden, and if the cat's are on the conservatory roof. It's the work of many, many months. (Dad says he doesn't 'do' cleaning.)
It's been jiggled about a bit, dad says:
Then we had some fun:
A bit more messin':
Some tweaks and changes:
Dad says: "Look out, Rothko, here we come." But who's Rothko? Is he a dale?
Then dad started getting carried away. I tried to stop him but he was off before I could get a lead round his neck:
If you want to see how it should be done, check out
Cassie's blog. She's one talented dale.
