by cheri sabraw
Cheri! So good to see you again. The green grass is long gone, so here we have come down from the mountains and have been waiting for you with your camera and of course your ample supply of apples, carrots, and NutriGrain bars.
Let us show you how much weight we have put on since last you snapped our pictures in the middle of the drought when our ribs showed a bit. Don’t our coats look lusciously bay? If you paint us again, please use more burnt Siena than burnt umber. Add a little transparent orange. Oh, your Labrador Dinah has also gained weight? She’s how much overweight? Ten pounds? Well, tell her to stop foraging for turkey poop on the ranch. The vet shamed you this morning? They tend to do this.
So this is our best pose. Hey! ( I mean Hay!) you, Cheri, should not be walking up here with flip-flops on. This is rattlesnake weather. But anyway, aren’t we a picture? Will you paint us again? You’d better get started because Jim, our owner, has told us we are leaving for a Livermore ranch for harness training. You will have to come out and photograph us there. Deal? Don’t cry Cheri. Your tears are producing our longest saddest faces.
Those NutriGrain bars are tasty. Whoa! Cheri. Don’t get so excited about our close proximity. Maybe you should talk to Jim and take us home. Oh? Your husband would NEVER go for this? He doesn’t like flies and manure and vet bills? Oh. One of those types?
Don’t have such a long face, Cheri. You have immortalized us in your paintings. Oh. Whoa. You are painting 12×24 long canvases with our long faces. You are going to sell each of them (if you can find buyers) for 250.00? Do we get a cut?
Thanks for the snacks and conversation. Sorry your hand has slobber all over it and there are stickers in your boyfriend jeans, but we are worth it, right?