Friday, May 22, 2009
Road to Ruin
Jojo, one of our dogs, is just a tad enthusiastic in her adoration of me. Her world doesn't simply revolve around me - her world IS me. And this is great for both of us.
Well, most of the time.
Yesterday, I came racing into the house after being out painting for a while. I had to pee wicked bad, as my Maine friends would say, and so I said hello to the dogs and sped by, without pausing to pet them or even close the door to the bathroom.
In they came, with Jojo leading the pack. As they crowded into the tiny space, begging for attention and a proper greeting from me, blobs and streaks of crimson began to appear. Was someone hurt? Cut? Spraying arterial blood? The color appeared on the door, on the wall, on the Samoyed. It made no sense.
Then I realized what had happened.
Jojo, in her joyous enthusiasm, had wagged her way from the kitchen to the bathroom, and smacked her tail into one of my not-yet-dry paintings. Every time she wagged, in our clean, white bathroom, wham! Alizarin crimson everywhere.
Sheesh. Sometimes, I'd be happier to be just part of Jojo's universe, not the entire thing.