Life Goes Awry with a Puppy

Hi Friends!

I cannot believe it has been over a month since I posted a note here. I posted on November 1st, left for a writing retreat on November 2 and picked up my new puppy, Sumi, on my way back into town. Life went crazy after that. Make sure if you get a puppy, you have lots of energy!

I am really excited with all that’s going on in my creative life though. I presented my art at a couple of holiday shows and had an author event last month. Currently, I have paintings in two galleries: the Dayton Society of Artists on High Street in Dayton and at the Coterel Gallery on 2nd Street in Xenia. I have also just finished another large commission and begun a new series of watercolors!

Here’s wishing you all a wonderful holiday season!


Tucker (a vignette)


A young man brings a black curly-haired four-month-old puppy to the beach. He throws a tennis ball across the white mounds and the pup runs after it, bringing it back slobbery and full of sand. The young man throws it toward the water.

The pup runs after it, but stops abruptly at water’s edge, prancing back and forth as he stares into the water. It’s coming for him. He watches the ball bounce up and down in the waves. He cries for the ball. He sniffs the salty air. He looks down. What is he looking at? Is it a crab? A fish? A sand dollar not yet dead? He tentatively steps into the water and bites at the waves as they crash against the shore. He tries to get them, before they get him. He turns to look at the young man who tells him again to get the ball. He whines and turns back. Boldness takes over the pup and he leaps into the water, grasping the ball in his jaws. Fear turns to joy as he frolics amongst the waves, the ball caught in his mouth instead of a fish.

The young man calls him back to the towel. The pup drinks fresh water from the green fold-up cup the man has filled for him. The pup turns back toward the water, his muzzle dripping with the fresh water. He runs back to repeat his actions, biting at the waves, catching the ball and frolicking in the ocean, fresh water dripping into salt water as he searches for those elusive sea creatures that ride the tides.

Eventually slowing down, he runs back to his owner when called to plop down in the shady sand under an umbrella, tired from his new experience. His tongue hangs out and he lays his head on his paws to rest. Ah, the joy of the sea.