Life: a l'Orange, and a Happier Puppy

Last Wednesday's life drawing session - it's all a little orange, but that was the mood of the evening. Her hair was fantastic to draw.  It's a wig.  I'd like to borrow it for date night.  Sassy.

And of course, a happier puppy at the bottom.   He has a fresh cast on, and the ice cream boys gave him a puppy cone to celebrate.  He much prefers them to the plastic ones you wear on your head.

Scene Of The Crime

For those of you who followed us through the 'Yogi vs. The Waterfall' ordeal, here's a look at the chain of events:

Scene One - Dog sees water just off the edge of the trail and decides to go down for a dip

Dog gets sucked under the trail (dog-mom oblivious to this)

Comes out the other side (uh-oh)

And over the edge

down to the rocks 20 something feet below

and swept down the creek.  He was found over a kilometer from here, broken and bloodied.

Remember these?

And now we're fine: happy, not afraid of water.  The only change in him is that he's become even more of an attention hound.  He recognizes the sound of sympathy from 20 yards away.  As soon as he hears an "Aw, poor puppy!", he rushes towards it for an attention bath.  He'll be sad to see the cast come off.

Not A Good Day To Be A Dog

Day 23: Draw your foot (or someone else's).




I'd planned to draw mine, or Greg's, but our day took a sad and near tragic foot-related turn.  Our water loving boy wandered out of sight, jumped in the creek, and was swept over the falls.  He traveled a long way down a cold and angry creek, until a stranger heard his cries, searched through the woods, and waded into the strong current to rescue him.  His foot is seriously broken, and he's all cut up, toenails worn off from struggling against the rock, but alive.  Thank God.  And the stranger.  And our dog walker Linda who knew who's dog he was and where to find me.  And Dr. Rob and Mary-Ellen who came to the hospital with me, and of course Dr. Harvey and the x-ray tech who raced in on a long weekend and took such good care of him.  He's overnighting there.




Other dogs have gone over the falls there who didn't fare so well.  I'm just so thankful he's alive.  He was such a brave boy.  Hardly whimpered once we'd settled him down (and not at all after they gave him the magic juice).  He wagged everytime someone new came in and said hi to him.  Friendly boy through and through.

Have a good sleep Yogi.  We'll see you in the morning.