“ Fleegle sits next to me on the couch, watching my every bite. “You know, the proper way to eat pizza is with your hands, not on a plate with a fork,” he says. “And how would you know this?” He jerks his nose at the television screen. “That’s how everyone on your television eats... Continue Reading →
"We talk to our dogs all of the time, but what would happen if they talked back? What would they share about the world from their perspective? Take a ride with Raud and his dogs and find out." This is the premise for my new series of dog fiction that I'm writing for Kindle Vella.... Continue Reading →
A mold box takes shape. Today I will be using the green goo to make the mold instead of the blue because it's more flexible. The backs of the ears are tapered in such a way that I'll need that flex to get it out of the mold without cracking them.
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 →
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.
I gather up an armful of tired looking toys and pass Fleegle in the kitchen on my way to the garage. “Where are you going with all my toys?” he asks. “We’re having a garage sale.” He cocks his head to the side. “You’re going to sell my toys?” “They’ve been sitting untouched in your... Continue Reading →
Raud Kennedy 