After all this practicing with the precise skill of calligraphy, I was happily doodling away and trying to capture the spirit of my favorite animal, the dog.
It reminded me of a little sketch I did a while ago of my terrier Brit. She was my friend for almost 18 years. She was absolutely lovely with children and often was my colleague when I worked with children, first when I was a therapist and later in the libraries.An excellent hill climber, hiker and traveller, the best listener and comfort giving lapdog. Really horrible with other dogs and even more so with cats but an excellent hunter for moles and mice. Needless to say I was heartbroken when she made her last travels to the eternal hunting grounds in 2010.
As I said, she was horrible with other dogs. And how surprised we were, when Charley ended up on our doorstep quite unexpectedly, Brit immediately took it upon her to lovingly raise this little pup as her own! We re-named her Auntie Brit. Not only did she shower Charley with cuddles and hugs. She also taught Charley all the essentials: which bowl was hers, how to bark at visitors, find the best spots in the sun, that your own family has to be protected at all cost and how to hunt for chipmunks and rabbits. ( sorry about that…)
Charley was equally heart broken when Brit passed on. Kept searching the house for her and crying at us. This really took a couple of weeks!
And I think, you can still see today by whom Charley was raised.
Ik was wat gezellige schestjes aan t maken van honden, en dacht zo terug aan mijn terriër Brit. Mijn lieve vriendin en de formidabele pleegmoeder van Charlie! Ik ben er zeker van dat ze nog steeds fanatiek mollen en muizen jaagt op de eeuwige jachtvelden…
Love and Liefs, Johanna.