August 18, 2012
Lucie keeps me company up in the studio while I’m working. It is under the roof, and hot on days like today.
Recently I’ve been breaking my brain on an article I need to write, so in between drafts it is a relief to grab my fountain brush and sketch Lucie.
My oil painting has ground to a halt, and I’m generally not very productive right now, so it is a relief to see there’s at least something being produced around here!
When Lucie has her head stretched out like the 2 sketches on the bottom of the page, she is expressing some sort of discontent. It is not a relaxed position like the one above it. Either she thinks I’m spending too much time on the stupid article instead of playing with her (she’s right). Or she wants to be somewhere else but is too polite to leave.
This is similar to when I want to take an afternoon nap and cuddle up with her on the studio bed. If she is not in the mood, she will grudgingly come up on the bed and extend her head in a similar way, with her chin pointedly grinding into my leg, something like the position below. This is a very clear message that she is not at all happy about keeping me company, but for me, she’ll stay – as long as I know it is against her (very strong) will. Every muscle is tense and the minute I get up, she jumps like a shot and skids down the stairs to find her throwing ring to play.
June 28, 2012
Warning, high cuteness factor.
Some mysterious animal has been raiding our strawberries.
Bigger than a slug for sure, (and smart enough to find the ones under the netting and chomp them right through it). Check her out caught in the act.
She also helps with the gardening, so I guess she thinks it is a fair trade off.
She had an early affinity with gardening as you can see from this photo from 5 years ago, of both of us looking younger.
Recently she has been finding me very thick. Through clear signals she lets me know what we need to do next, and for some reason according to her, I just don’t seem to get it!
And finally, because she is so beautiful and such a wonderful companion, and we love her so much, here is a portrait Rende made of her during one of their favorite walks in an old apple orchard.
For a much cuter post than this one about dog love, go over and see Dottie Angel as she tries to quit photographing her beautiful little dog – cold turkey!
Photo by Rende Zoutewelle
Lucie is turning out to be so completely her own person, well….dog.
Our last dog was also a female fox terrier and had a terrific character all her own. There are, of course similarities because of the breed, but it is such a pleasure watching Lucie develop and discover the world.
When we picked her up at the breeders, we were privileged to meet her father, Avalon. Yes, privileged. I have never met an animal who commanded such instant respect and admiration. He simply radiated stature, but was also very sweet-natured. I was very impressed by him and touched as well. Later we heard that he has won the European Championships for the second year in a row.
Her mother is also a lovely, good natured dog.
Lucie is brave- she will feel fear at new, large and noisy things, but will go out to meet them with her head and tail up.
She is super-intelligent, living up to her full name, ‘Lucida Bright’. When she was about 5 months old, we taught her to open a door by taking a knotted rope in her mouth and pulling. It took her a little over a week to catch on.
When we are playing with the ball and I say in my best down south accent, ‘Give me Five Lucie honey’, she ‘hits’ me with her open paw and races away again. She has this wonderful prancy little dance she does with the floss/string in her mouth, twirling around and shaking it. She is mischievous and energetic but insists on climbing on our laps for a cuddle when we watch DVDs at night. We are just finishing up her favorite series, James Herriott (she isn’t allowed to look if a dog gets really sick or is mistreated).
As I said, once I start……….
February 6, 2008
Photo by Rende Zoutewelle, starring ‘Miss Lucie’
Maybe the reason I haven’t been writing about Lucie is that once I start I’m afraid I may not be able to stop.
She is now 9 months old and stunningly beautiful. OK, here she isn’t shown off to her full glamour, but sometimes just catching sight of her takes my breath away.
Here she is loose in an abandonned orchard not far from where we live. She runs (on the leash) with Rende alongside the bike as if she was born to it.
She is starting finally to understand the meaning of ‘Heel’; we’ve been working on it for months and I’ve sometimes felt hopeless, but the last days she hasn’t been pulling at all. I have never met a fox terrier that walked calmly beside you without nearly tearing your arm off at intervals. She is responsive and obedient except when other dogs are in the vicinity, but she is so intelligent I have hope that she will even listen to us then.
July 27, 2007
Lucie with ear off center
Evidently the position of the ears is of great concern to breeders and people who show dogs. Lucie’s left ear was hanging somewhere between her left and right eye when we first saw her. In this picture it is changing again and today it is perfectly symmetrical with the other ear. For us it doesn’t matter, really. Just as long as she is healthy and well behaved. It seems too, that while they are changing teeth in a few months from now, the ears will also go through a changeable period. One up one down. Two up. Two down, etc.
We like them folded in typical foxy fashion, but Livvy’s ears stood straight up and we loved them like that, too.
July 25, 2007
So you get poop and pee and aggravation with a new puppy, that is obvious.
What is less visible is the enormous, unending supply of love that comes with it.
We have had dogs for all but 2 years of our 22 year partnership/marriage. These last 5 months without a dog in the house I hadn’t realized what I’d been missing until Lucie came into our lives.
She is an infinite source of unconditional love every minute of her existence. If we have her for her life expectancy of 12-17 years, let’s say 12 years- that is 4380 days of love from morning until night.
I want to be aware/awake enough to treasure every minute of it.
July 25, 2007
WARNING- ‘FOX TALES’ ENTRIES COULD CONTAIN A HIGH CUTENESS FACTOR!
We are still living in a sort of haze of non-stop activity as we adjust to having the dog here and she gets used to us.
Even though she regularly spends quiet time in the ‘bench’ ( a sort of puppy play-pen), raising her to be a well-behaved animal demands extra time and energy. And housetraining is a full time job! Letting her out every hour or so precludes any kind of sustained concentration (on anything else than Lucie of course!) so both of us have put our work on hold this week. Too bad they don’t have parental leave for owners of housepets.
Even though we manage to get her to do a lot outside, it was still a full day of cleaning up puddles inside (after continually standing in the rain with her for 10 minutes while she sniffed around and played). I was getting dinner ready and took my eyes off her for a moment and 2 minutes later discovered 3 more pees, and a poop that had been stepped in and tracked all over the house. I was so beyond it, for a moment I just looked at the mess and just went on cooking dinner. R was tired and still working on closing off the back garden so he wasn’t available to bail me out this time.
Oh well, welcome to parenthood.