Joyeux Halloween mes amis. I decided to dress as Pierre Auguste Renoir. Or Pawierre Barkoir ! Je voudrais un portrait de vous aujourd’hui . . .
Mmmmmm, Mom was late coming home from her WordPress meeting. I thought I could guilt her into a good midnight snack. Boy did it pay off in spades !
Here Winslow the Welsh Springer is enjoying time with his new menagerie. You see, once a month or so, Winslows Mom goes to garage sales and brings home stuffed anipals for Winslow. Usually they are clean but still smell of wonderful adventures in far off places. Winslows Mom says the best part is that they cost 25 cents.
Here Winslow is removing Mr. Wombat’s nose. Can’t have him nosing around all of Winslow’s special places. Winslow promptly spits out noses and eyes so that they can be sent to the nose and eye repository.
This is a sketch (by Eakins) of Thomas Eakins’ setter Harry. I told mom to put it in her painting blog. She said he’s a dog, he’s going in the dog blog. Harry was a studio dog too. Eakins painted a picture of Harry with his wife in 1884, so it was about then that Harry was around. The Met has a lot of Eakins paintings and a good bio on its website. He painted wonderful rowers.
Here is a photo of Harry,
Here is Winslow with his new squeaky ball. He hadn’t had a new toy for quite a while (BAD MOM) and was very happy to play with this and squeak it loudly for hours. We were going to be having a lot of folks over for Winslow’s Uncle Ricky’s birthday, and this was Winslow’s consolation for being ignored during preparations. He was not ignored during the party, and in fact scored many many tidbits.
Winslow is quite the sea food affectionado, so our first stop at the So Co Collection Farmers Market on Saturday was the Lobsta Truck. It was too hot to eat (we are both on diets so this is admittedly a new concept for us) so we just took pictures. But the menu was tempting to the extreme.
Winslow loves cheese, so a visit to the cheese shoppe at the So Co Collection was de rigueur ! Winslow loved the smells but we kept clear of the counter so as not to bother paying customers. We were just collecting scents. By the way, may we recommend our new favorite cheese, Colliers Powerful Welsh Cheddar Alas, its up to you to find someplace that sells it. We cannot risk our source being out of stock. (Again. . . are you listening Mr. K)
Well, we went to Fashion Island in Newport Beach for a walk yesterday. I am one lucky Welsh Springer Spaniel! Here I am at the Jonathan Adler store where they have really cool stuff, and Mom really liked this PEACE foot stool and took my picture by it. The nice girls at Jonathan Adler are very hospitable to pups and I don’t know why Mom told them to stop giving me treats. I still had lots of room for more!
Happy New Year, everybody. I am very lucky to be a California pup, but especially so this New Year. It has been lovely beach weather and I went swimming with my pal. Mom never did find me a stick, so I just let Mr. Kipling bring my ball back. He is very good at ball retreives. I needed to keep my mouth free for any sticks or birds that might have appeared.
We went to visit Uncle Ricky in Cayucos and to paint with friends in Baywood Park who were staying at the lovely Back Bay Inn. Winslow took the opportunity to check out the water and have a nice romp and chase some coots. He didn’t bother the stately (and protected) Great Blue Herons. The weather was great, the leash was off, left overs abundant, and a Welsh Springer Spaniel couldn’t ask for more!
Winslow loves to walk in the neighborhoods around Lake Park on Main Street in Huntington Beach. There are lovely wide meridians with grass and trees and wonderful smells. Then once at the park there are many squirrels hiding in the trees and other dogs playing or lounging about. Winslow says hello and sniffs most of them. If they aren’t cheerful he moves on. No time for uncheerful pups. After playing to his hearts content he finds a nice spot of shade and relaxes to enjoy watching the others romp on. The trouble here is that Mum doesn’t ever want to stay as long as he does. Sometimes she will chill and hang, but never long enough in Winslow’s estimation. So when he is coaxed to walk back to the car for the journey home, or to an errand, Winslow often finds other shady spots to plop in. Here he is, at a nice shady spot along Crest Street. There is a lovely ocean breeze, and many animal smells from previous walkers. What more could a dog ask for?