Dennis Hollingsworth

?Cuidado Perros!

I hope you can notice that I try not to serve up all the incident in my life, like weblogs that inform you of what kind of sushi they made or that they are buying a new car.

No, this weblog is of a higher purpose: a bibliography for the paintings. A virtual studio visit.

I had a similar journal in print years ago, one I entitled "Ruminations". This weblog is a digital manifestation of that early effort.

(I nod sagely for effect.)

But where is the boundary between art and life?

Exactly?

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Permit me to introduce Mupje and Tippie:

We are watching dogs for our friends, who are traveling to Australia for several weeks. After we thought we reformatted ourselves for a dogless future, here come these two.

My family had daschunds when I was a kid, two of them.

These two like to wrestle.

It will go like this:

Tippy will rear up and challenge M?ppy with a pounce. Perfect in form and execution and timing, her comically big front feet plant the ground with a slam, shoulders hunched, eyes and head in ready attack combat position. A fencer couldn't do better. Then, she snaps lower, front legs splayed. Dramatic pause and menacing snarl. Longness of nose matching shortness of arm.

The M?p charges and Tippy pushes backward to maintain control of lunging distance for a short time before she swings her daschund behind to keep her attacker at bay. Her head goes to the floor and she uses her longness to stab into weak spots in M?ppy's defensive zone at will. M?p has nothing on Tippy in a real fight. But M?p can put up an impressive fascade of domination. He likes to snarl. M?p is vocal. Tippy is on her back at this time, the favored Dashchund repel position.

The snarling is rythmic and it builds up to a fearsome like your old gargling uncle of a "Watch out 'cause I'ma crazy mo' fo'!!!" eyes all buggie and veins a popping kind except that you can't see veins on a dog. He can't go on forever like this so he boots to the crescendo: bolting for furious runs in circles, snarling louder with each turn, eventually charging her after a fearsome windup of white of a furry freaky "I'm-so-crazy, look at me in my crazy nature!".

They both weigh a kilo I'll bet.