Fleegle and I are in the car waiting for a red light to change. Riding shotgun, Fleegle lets out a very loud bark that makes me cover my ears. “Ouch. What are you barking at?” He stares ahead intently. “That man.” I look where he’s looking, but see no one. “What man?” “That man in... Continue Reading →
I’m cooking my breakfast in the kitchen when Fleegle trots in from the backyard. “Feeling better, I see,” I say. “Absolutely.” “I bet that’s the last time you’ll be eating duck treats.” “I’m not so sure that’s what made me sick. They were pretty tasty. It might’ve been something else,” he says, hopefully. “What else... Continue Reading →
That’s it, put some mayonnaise on it. No, don’t put it away, don’t be cheap, put it on with a spoon. Stop worrying about your arteries. Stress will kill you long before the mayo. What? The jar’s almost empty? Well then, use it up. Oh yeah, there you go. No, don’t put it in the... Continue Reading →
Fleegle is curled up on the den couch. “I don’t feel so good.” “For a chocolate dog, you look mighty green. Is that grass stuck in your front teeth?” I pull it out for him. “So much for your duck treats, eh? Did you throw up?” He nods. “By the back gate near the garbage... Continue Reading →
“Look, Raud, a stork with a baby,” Fleegle shouts from his seat on the couch where he has a view of the backyard through the den window. A seagull carrying a Subway sandwich wrapper in its beak flies by. “Not big enough,” I say. A little while later, he asks, “What about them? They’re huge.”... Continue Reading →
In the backyard, I sit cross-legged on the grass, close my eyes and begin to meditate. I count my breaths and try to clear my mind, and just when mental silence sets in, a wet nose bumps me in the back of my neck. “Whatcha doin?” Fleegle asks, circling around to my front. “Meditating.” “What’s... Continue Reading →
The Laughing Pug in his mold box just before I add the Moldstar 30. This guy is one of my favorite pugs that I sculpted, so I was quite dissapointed when I went to finally make a cement casting, something I had neglected, I'd only made resin castings, to find that it had been damaged... Continue Reading →
I’m in my den reading, when Fleegle walks in. “Hello, Mr. Stinky Butt,” I say, using one of my many endearments for him. “My butt doesn’t stink,” he says. “I can reach around and lick it. It’s always clean.” “So that’s what that goobering sound is in the middle of the night that wakes me.”... Continue Reading →
Still unable to sleep, I listen to Fleegle snore. He sounds like a train struggling up a steep grade with a freight load of fat Labradors. I nudge him with my foot under the covers. “Straighten out your neck and maybe that freight you’re pulling won’t be so heavy.” “Is the soothing rhythm of my... Continue Reading →
I’m tossing and turning in bed, struggling to get to sleep, when Fleegle asks, “Where do babies come from?” I look through the murky darkness in the bedroom at his black silhouette sitting on my bed. “The stork flies them in and delivers them to houses of families who want them.” “What’s a stork?” “A... Continue Reading →
When Arthur arrived at the cafe, the hostess seated him outside on the sidewalk patio at his favorite table right in the midst of the diners where the people watching was best. He ordered a glass of wine, not because he liked it but because he didn’t. It would last a long time and he... Continue Reading →
I am currently cleaning up the flaws and tool marks on these two Frenchie sculptures in preparation of making molds of them.
Raud Kennedy 