Day two at the dog hotel and another photo turned into a painting.
Here I am in colored pencil.
I got all excited when my person told me to get in the car this morning.
I should have suspected something when I saw the suitcases.
I was hoping to end up somewhere adventurous and fun – but here I am at the dog hotel.
And I can’t even tell you about my adventures here, because if my person finds out that I have fun sometimes she might make me stay longer.
And I don’t like it here that much.
So here’s the deal.
A couple weeks ago my person went to a camera meeting and they had a drawing for some photo programs.
And my person won!
She won a program called Snap Art that makes photos look like paintings or drawings.
So you get to see me in art all week.
It looks like my person spent hours with her brushes, but she really only spent a few minutes on the computer.
So here’s the first one.
This is me in impasto (a technique where the paint is laid on thickly).
I bet He rode the donkey into the temple and the donkey accidentally knocked those tables over.
That didn’t happen?
Jesus knocked over those tables on purpose?
I don’t get it.
I thought Jesus was a nice, peaceful guy who healed people and gave dogs loves and treats.
Okay, I’ll listen to the story.
On reaching Jerusalem, Jesus entered the temple area and began driving out those who were buying and selling there. He overturned the tables of the money changers and the benches of those selling doves, and would not allow anyone to carry merchandise through the temple courts.
So why did Jesus do that?
Weren’t those people just trying to make a living?
They needed to make money so they could feed their dogs, didn’t they?
What do you mean, they were selling things for too high a price?
That doesn’t make sense. Wouldn’t the people just go buy stuff somewhere else then?
Oh. They could only use temple stuff when they worshiped God there – so they had to buy it?
I would bark a lot.
I am listening.
And as Jesus taught them, He said, “Is it not written” ‘My house will be called a house of prayer for all nations’?
But you have made it ‘a den of robbers.’”
I get it. Those people were making all kinds of money when they should have been praying.
The chief priests and the teachers of the law heard this and began looking for a way to kill Jesus, for they feared Him, because the whole crowd was amazed at His teaching.
Wouldn’t it have been better if those chief priests and teachers of the law listened to Jesus and started praying instead of trying to kill Him?
I don’t think I like those guys.
I bet they never give their dogs treats.
My person put on her shoes and I thought she was going to take me somewhere.
But she put me in dog jail instead.
And she left.
She does that all the time but this was different.
I just knew she was going somewhere special.
And she didn’t take me.
Her camera got to go though.
Somehow I think that camera is more important than I am.
So if you want to see what her camera was up to you can look down below.
But don’t tell my person that my younger person came home early and let me out of dog jail.
And don’t tell her that I got to go for a walk with Toby.
I said don’t tell.
Do you believe my person wanted to take pictures of butterflies when she could have taken pictures of me?
She even found an angel butterfly.
I’m the perfect angel. Where are the pictures of me?
But to make it even worse, she had to rub it in with some pesky birds.
I think I’ll go over to Toby’s house.
Something tells me it’s girlfriend looking season.
I haven’t seen any of my girlfriends in a long time.
I wonder if any of them are out here.
But I’m not the only one looking for a girlfriend.
At least we won’t be competing with each other.
I don’t think my kind of girls will care about that guy – and vice versa.
Normally the quail around here hang out on the ground hiding under the bushes.
But this time of year some of the male quails (did I just make a rhyme?) hang out in trees and make a loud calling sound.
I guess they think they’ll attract the girls that way.
I’m not sure what a girl would see in that, but to each her own.
Maybe they don’t get any girls because sometimes they’re hanging out in trees like this way into the summer.
But this one might be a little smarter than most.
He’s staying closer to the ground – unlike some who get in the top of a tall tree.
And now I know he’s figured it out.
He’s finally looking down at where the girls are hanging out.
Maybe I could learn something from him.
I’ve got to go figure out where my girlfriends have gone.
I was minding my own business today, being the perfect dog that I am, when a squirrel took over my tree and started chattering.
Those pesky squirrels!
Not only is that squirrel hanging out in my tree, but he’s trying to taunt me with food.
I see that treat he’s hiding in his mouth.
He knows I see it too.
I know how those squirrels think.
See, that squirrel’s got a peanut in his mouth.
And he’s not even going to try to hide it anymore.
He’s going to flaunt it.
He’s hoping I’ll get upset and try to go after him for his peanut.
But I’ve got other plans up my sleeve.
You might as well give up you pesky squirrel.
I’ve got your number.
You’re done for now.
So just to show that squirrel that I mean business I’m going to get my own treats.
I went out into the kitchen…
And I ate the squirrel.
These aren’t supposed to be here yet.
What are berries doing while it’s still winter?
All the other Manzanita bushes still look like this.
What? You can’t tell the difference?
Well then, check this out.
All the other bushes are still covered in blossoms.
So where did all these berries come from?
I’d better do something to hide these berries from my person.
If she sees them she’ll have her camera out in no time.
And she’s going to have plenty of time to take pictures of berries without starting now.
Hey person, look over there.
Don’t look this way.
There’s nothing interesting here.
Person, what is your camera doing out?
What could you possibly find here to take pictures of?
This is going to be a long picture taking season.
Bongo Fact: Manzanita means Little Apple
Can you tell why these bushes are named Manzanita?
I don’t have any cousins.
Well, at least none that you know about.
You don’t even know who my real parents are.
What? Wait. What?
What do you mean, they’re not my cousins?
Then who’s cousins are they?
You have cousins?
Oh. They’re coming to visit us?
They’re coming to visit us!
I’d better get busy.
I’ve got to get a training plan together.
I’ve got to train them right while they’re here.
How much time have I got?
Hey cousins. Here’s my leash.
Hold onto it and I’ll show you where my trails are.
These cousins are not doing a good job.
If they don’t hold onto my leash they’re going to get lost.
I’m sure of it.
That’s much better.
At least I can keep one cousin from getting lost.
Now, let’s see what kind of adventures we can run into.
For some reason I always get all the blame for all the mischief around here, but this time I have proof that Scratchy did it.
Check out this picture.
Scratchy’s on top of the laundry room cabinets.
And it’s sure a good thing that opening to the attic is closed up tight.
Because my person said when it was first put there – way back before I lived here – the cover wasn’t over the hole and Scratchy discovered it before she did.
But since Scratchy couldn’t escape that way he tried another way.
And don’t think Scratchy was just sniffing the air because he didn’t stay at the entrance.
Who knows where Scratchy would have ended up if I hadn’t put a stop to it.
If Scratchy doesn’t stay where he belongs I’m going to have to do something about it.
Like lock him up in cat jail.
I’m the only one around here who’s allowed to be an escape artist.
What do you mean, there’s no treats in this story?
Then what’s the use of listening.
There’s an animal in the story?
Okay, I guess I’ll listen.
Jesus and His disciples were approaching Jerusalem and came to Bethpage and Bethany at the Mount of Olives. Jesus sent two of His disciples, saying to them, “Go to the village ahead of you, and just as you enter it, you will find a colt tied there, which no one has ever ridden.
I could chase after that colt for them.
You know, like I tried to chase after those horses we saw on my trails?
Just don’t keep holding onto my leash this time.
I am listening.
Jesus said, “Untie the colt and bring it here. If anyone asks you, ‘Why are you doing this?’ tell him, ‘The Lord needs it and will send it back here shortly.’”
Is Jesus going to chase after that colt?
The disciples went and found a colt outside in the street, tied at a doorway. As they untied it, some people standing there asked, “What are you doing, untying that colt?”
Isn’t that inhumane treatment of animals to keep them tied up?
Those disciples were just being nice to that colt.
Yes, I’m listening.
The disciples answered as Jesus had told them to, and the people let them go.
Jesus must have been a popular guy.
When they brought the colt to Jesus and threw their cloaks over it, He sat on it. Many people spread their cloaks on the road, while others spread branches they had cut in the fields.
I don’t get it. Now the colt and the road must be really warm, but if the people took off their cloaks aren’t they shivering?
Those who went ahead and those who followed shouted, “Hosanna!”
“Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!”
Blessed is the coming kingdom of our father David!”
Hosanna in the highest!”
I guess Jesus was a popular guy. Those people must have been so busy shouting that they didn’t notice they were cold.
Some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to Jesus, “Teacher, rebuke your disciples!”
“I tell you,” Jesus replied, “if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.”
I think I heard one of those stones crying out when we were on my trails.
It was not a bird.