This is one of our sweet beasts. We have two sweet beasts. This girl's human-given name is Molly, but she has a cropped tail that looks like a little nub and wiggles back and forth when she is happy therefore, we call her Twizzle or Twizzie for short. Not sure of the nickname logic here, I know it's a leap. But I'm sure that it makes perfect sense in its own weird dog owner way. Twizzie is super high energy...like she's on amphetamines high energy. Most times, this is endearing, but there are times that she drives me, Mr. Nobody Tells Me, the p. b. kid and her canine sister, Madame Clicks-a-Lot insane.

When she came to live with us, Madame Clicks was tolerant. Madame is awesome like that. Madame Clicks is part bassett, so nothing ruffles her feathers much. Not even a super high spirited ball of yapping, jumping fur that gnaws on her ears and jowls. We have all grown to love Twizzie very much. And, she loves us- even making friends with her pseudo-human friend, Miss Amanda. I have to say that Twizzie has eclipsed Madame Clicks in that department. Madame Clicks is still working that one through.

Twizzie is loved and adored. She runs around the backyard and gives the squirrels hell. She is fed everyday plus gets a morning treat. I repeat...she is fed everyday plus gets a morning treat.

So, pray tell, why in everloving hell does this dog think this:

looks like this?

I have searched the internet, I have searched books, I have searched books on the internet. I have even toyed with the idea of begging the dog whisperer for some insight. But I have come up with nada. Zip. Zilch. I won't go into the particulars, but you can imagine the glee Twizzie has first thing in the morning when we let the girls out for their early morning bathroom rituals. It's like a freaking buffet. She is definitely on face licking restriction.

Ideas, anyone?

The peanut butter kid's massive consumption of peanut butter is legendary. This jar of peanut butter is approximately 3 days old. I am in awe. If I were Mr. Peanut, I'd be quivering in my tights right now. Save yourself, Mr. Peanut. Save yourself and others like you.

hi and welcome!

i'm dawn.
depending on who you ask, i'm not really old yet. but it's safe to say that i'm definitely getting older hence the nane of my blog. i have a sweet husband who i lovingly call "mr. nobody tells me what to do" or mr. ntm for short. he refers to himself as an ego-maniac with an inferiority conplex. i love him. i have a daughter who i refer to as the peanut butter kid or p.b. kid. she is my joy. and two girl dogs, madame clicks a lot (gracie) and twizzle tail (molly) who are the yin and yang of doghood. gracie is all about peace and stability, molly is energy personified. i have many wonderful friends. i am very lucky.

all my life i've had a relationship with art. i was fortunate enough to have been tagged as one of those kids with a certain knack for it and that afforded me lots of different opportunities to explore what i loved doing. i went to college on an art scholarship and i majored in studio art.

but here's the truth....i've never been able to actually figure out what my relationship with art really is. in early years, it served purposes for me......it was my lifeline, my identity, my validation. it helped me secure money and win awards. i embraced it, i rejected it, i wrapped it around me like a big, heavy, dark blanket, and i've also been very afraid of it.

and so, i've started this place to try and figure it all out for myself. being a social worker, an artist plus being older, i take things in.
now's the time for me to learn how to put it back out just for the sheer joy of it.

thanks for stopping in.