Thursday, December 30, 2010

Italian Hilltop Farm

Italian Hilltop Farm
Oil on gessoboard panel, 4x4, $75 framed

OK, continuing the joke, "campo grande, casa poco." That's "big field, little house" in Italian. 

Now that I can fly, I find myself wanting more and more to go to Italy. We have too many dogs, but the promise of Italy is the one good thing that I can see when I look ahead and see the deaths that are certainly coming. 

This winter is the first that Kaja hasn't greeted the first snow - and every snow - by flopping on her back and rolling around. In fact, she stumbled in the snow this morning and needed help to get up. 

But just when I think it is the end for her, she will do something like this: We decided to take her and a couple of the others out for a walk. Where we expected Kaja to turn back, she insisted on continuing. She climbed up a hill and then tramped on down the other side. I had to run to get ahead of her to turn her back toward home, and even then, she stumped purposefully past the turn-off and I had to run ahead of her and turn her again. (She is stone deaf, so there's not calling her). 

So, Italy is something, but I'd rather have my old, stinky, arthritic dog. 


Nancy Goldman said...

This is a charming painting Carrie. I love the energy and the wonderful colors.

I agree with you that a dog, in any condition, is a good thing. We could learn a lot from them about how to age gracefully.

carrie jacobson said...

And, I think, we could learn how to put things in the proper perspective, as someone pointed out to me the other day. Dogs always love whomever they are with. When they are sleepy, they sleep. They get as much exercise as they need, one way or another. They love the very best in us. They keep it simple.

Thanks for your comment!