New Beau and New Painting

Our Beau's skin is all cleared up and he is perky and acting like a puppy once more!  So happy!

Magnolia
Watercolor on Paper

And, I'm getting the hang of the watercolor pencils!

Yes!

Happy, happy, happy!

Finally!

Yes. Finally!

Finally, I have gotten to the point where I understand how watercolor pencils work.  They are so different from painting with regular water color, yet also quite different from regular colored pencils.  As a result, I have been spending hours completely frustrated trying to teach myself this medium.  I bought a couple of books, checked a few out of the library and finally found an old VHS tape on eBay that helped a lot.

I have used up a whole pad of watercolor paper learning the different techniques and finally have a painting that I don't completely want to trash.  I really don't want to keep it, either, because I think it is boring. Very boring.  But I was finally able to use all the different watercolor pencil techniques in a painting without royally screwing it up.

So... Ta Dah!  I am posting a picture of "Sherri's Boring Little Landscape", done completely in watercolor pencil on 8X10 140# watercolor paper.

"Sherri's Boring Little Landscape"
Watercolor on Paper

Next one will be more interesting subject matter, I hope.

But I'm not promising anything.

Poor Beau

I have come to the conclusion that I need to pop a valium whenever I go with Butch and Beau to Beau's vet.

Yesterday, after several weeks of trying to deal with Beau's allergies, we gave up and made an appointment with Dr. Borecky.

We got there at 10:30.

At 11:49 we got back into the car several hundred dollars poorer and all of us were basket cases.

Beau got probed, tested, stuck and suffered various other indignities to which he took great exception.  During this time, I could not even look at what they were doing and my stomach started to churn.  It brought back some memories of visits to the pediatrician with my babies "way back when."

I could never be a nurse.  That may be why I have such great admiration for that profession.  I have also decided I could never be a Vet or a vet tech.

Beau slept most of the day, got up long enough to eat (his appetite has been unaffected by his skin condition), ignored us and went back to sleep.  We were not on his list of good friends at that point.  I'm sure he felt a sense of betrayal.

So this morning, he ate his breakfast, went out to do his business in the backyard after refusing his leash for a walk with Butch.

We tried a bribe again this morning to get him to forgive us.  Didn't work last night, but maybe....

Eureka!

A milkbone in the hand is bound to get a puppy back in line!

Eventually.