|Mr Walker and our ever-alert guard dog...|
|Turned Out John N Rhodes|
|Busy Bodies and Busy Bees (1892) Lucy Ann Leavers|
There is a tradition for things to make us feel miserable at Christmas. Just as we can't have a Saviour without the Slaughter of the Innocents, we can't have our turkey without being reminded how many people, or in this case dogs, are out on the street. In some ways it's annoying not allowing us to appreciate what we have. I've worked very hard for what I have, why should I feel sad about it? But then again, I have so much, possibly I should be reminded that what I have is great riches before I go hankering after more. It's a troublesome tightrope to walk, especially at this time of the year. It's hard to know that what you have is enough when the great machine of commerce is drowning out such thoughts with their endless call to come and buy more. We have had the dubious pleasure of having to explain to Lily how much she has in comparison to others. It's a tricky concept to get when you are constantly bombarded with the offer to get more and more.
I love the rendering of the dog in Turned Out. The sheen on the legs where the short hair lies flat is beautifully done and the hacked off expression on his poor face is very familiar. Blossom often wears that expression in response to such questions as 'Why have you pinched my seat?', 'Who ripped up that cardboard box?' and 'What's that awful smell?!' Mind you, looking to the dog's right, there seems to be something that resembles a kennel. Maybe the story behind this picture is not as dire as we think. I think the kennel contains Mrs Dog and a brood of about seven puppies and possibly his in-laws, Mr and Mrs Hound. Possibly the look on this dog's face is reminiscent of many people with a house full of relatives at Christmas. Yes, I think I would be sitting outside too...
See you tomorrow.