So the artist reception for the August Open show was last Saturday. As usual it was a lovely event with good food and free beer. (From the Elevator no less!) I felt very blessed that a group of my favorite people came to support me. Mike, Andrew, his father and a family friend all came with me, and my mom came down from Findlay to share the day with me.
This is the third time I have shown with this gallery, but it’s always exciting to see your work hanging on the wall. Open galleries are interesting animals too, because you never know what someone else is going to enter. This month’s show had some really cool stuff, and some really awful stuff. There were a lot of abstract paintings and minimalist stuff, which I really just don’t get. Just because you paint a couple of squiggles on a paper and charge $200 for it doesn’t mean it’s art!
Anyway, here are some pictures of the gallery…
Speaking of dogs, the gallery was only part of my weekend…
Sunday morning I got up really early to visit with my friend Stephanie who was in town from out of state. I let the dogs out, fed them, and they were hanging out on the screened in back porch when I left. When I returned a couple of hours later, Mike’s dad was in the driveway looking grim. When I got out of my car he told me we had a puppy that needed to go to the vet. Apparently they had been playing frisbee with Carwyn (which is pretty typical) and he started running funny until he was in a full on limp and wouldn’t bear weight on his right front paw.
Carwyn has a tendency to chew his toe nails and I thought maybe he had split one again. Sometimes when that happens I file it down and then he limps around for a couple of hours to a day until it stops being sore. I thought maybe that was what had happened, so I wasn’t super worried about it at first.
But then I was able to check him out and couldn’t find anything physically wrong with his leg. I could tell he desperately wanted to play, he kept bringing me every toy he has, but he refused to put weight on the his leg. After that I decided I’d better take him to the vet.
Let me just say, if you think a veterinary office wouldn’t be that busy on a Sunday afternoon, you should think again. We thought we would get in faster if we came as a walk in at 11 am, rather than take their next available appointment at 2… Yeeeahhh… we sat there for three hours before we finally were able to see the doctor. He checked Carwyn over good and couldn’t find anything wrong with his leg either, though he did tell us that apparently Carwyn has “floating patellas” which means his knee caps don’t always stay where they are supposed to. I guess this is common in smaller dogs. So the vet prescribed a week of rest and anti-inflammatory drugs to help with joint pain.
While we were there I decided to have him take a look at Carwyn’s molar too. It had cracked like a year ago, but our vet at the time said as long as he was eating and didn’t seem to be in pain they didn’t want to pull it. This vet was like “Holy mackerel! That needs to come out like right now or it could get infected!”
So they gave us an estimate on how much the whole procedure would cost. Now, I know how much it costs when I go to the dentist. Granted I understand I have health insurance that covers a good majority of it, but still. Wanna know how much this guy wanted to pull one canine tooth? SEVEN HUNDRED TO NINE HUNDRED DOLLARS! Are you kidding me? I don’t care if you are the freaking Leonard Da Vinci of doggie dentistry, there is no way in hell I can afford that much money to have one tooth pulled. I love my dog dearly and I don’t want him to get sick, but seriously?
So I don’t know what I am going to do. I have a couple of leads for places to try that might be able to do it cheaper. I need to get it done sooner rather than later, I am sure it’s probably uncomfortable for him.
|Why can’t we play frisbee mommy?|
Seriously… too freaken cute.