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Animal Sculpture

My ‘sometime’ Saturday Selection item this week features the work of  the talented Jennifer Rudkin who creates some great animal sculptures and, as well as exhibiting, has an Etsy shop, Rudkin Studio.

I can now reveal the sculpture of my german shepherd, Phoebe, which I commissioned from Jennifer as a gift for Mr. Tialys’s Christmas present.  In the event, I couldn’t wait until Christmas so gave it to him for his birthday on Halloween which means I can blog about it without ruining the surprise.  That is, if he ever reads my blog, which I doubt, but you can’t be too careful!

Great isn’t she?  Some of my regular readers may remember my post ‘Latex Love’ where Phoebe fell in love with the rubber chicken and wouldn’t be parted from it.  It was even allowed to keep its squeak.  This lasted for months until, one day, we found it abandoned in the garden minus its head.

Anyway, I love Jennifer’s work, she has a really quirky style which appeals to me plus she is a great person to work with.  I emailed her lots of photos of Phoebe and gave her a character sketch and I think she did a really good job.  You can definitely tell she’s a dog lover herself.

This is the real article, by the way

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Latex Love

Well, now that I’ve got your attention I may as well tell you that this post isn’t about that sort of latex loving, I needed a snappy title to get some readers back after my shameful neglect of this blog over the Christmas holidays.

Phoebe, the German Shepherd, got a couple of toys for Christmas.  I know, I know and I even wrapped them up but at least I didn’t buy any doggy tutus (although I won’t say I wasn’t tempted).  Usually, toys last minutes and are dismembered and disembowelled before the squeak can start to get on your nerves.  However, an amazing transformation has come over her.  I don’t know whether it’s some belated and misguided maternal instinct emerging or, more worryingly, some sort of doggy psychosis but the chicken, the legs of which you can see below, is now tended like any spoiled baby.  It must go everywhere with her.  If, in an unguarded moment, like the rush for feeding time, she leaves it outside, she makes a pathetic whining noise until we go out and retrieve it.    Good job I bought a pack of 3 😉

As for the pig, it was adopted by my other dog.  It makes a grunting noise and has had to be removed for reasons of sanity preservation and fears about the dangers of latex ingestion.

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A Rubber Chicken and a Sunset

Two photographs I took yesterday apropos of nothing at all.

When a lump of wood isn’t enough!



The sun setting over Pyrennean rooftops and mountains

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