This is Ozzy and has been with me since he was 7-weeks old. As a Blue Heeler, his job is never done and has more energy than the sun. In fact, I am not certain if he actually sleeps, but my wife has observed him with eyes closed.
There is an intelligence with his breed that most dogs never reach, which makes training him a task. In fact, I can’t. The vet says, “all really intelligent dogs are difficult”.
Oh yeah. He’s difficult. He reminds me of me.
Ozzy is my dear friend. He came along when I needed companionship and distraction, when my job was eliminated in 2009.
He is a pain in the ass.
Early in the morning, flowers dance in the alleys and know the sun is coming. It is toward their end this year. They know it, I know it and my dog knows its.
As usual, we are walking with somewhat different priorities. However, Ozzy (Australian Cattle Dog) knows that I like to sketch as much as he well… whatever he does and thinks. One thing is certain, the scents are attractive to both of us.
This is my second painting in my birthday book of handmade paper. It certainly slows me down, but it yields great fortunes and merry discovery. Each shadow I see reveals its own dimension. Do you see the pages and how they reveal themselves at the bottom?
Wild Thing – you make my heart break.
Wild Thing – I cannot be this sane.
Wild Thing – I hate you and am down with that.
Wild Thing, you moved me.
Wild Thing – come on and torque me tight.
You kill me.
Australian Blue Heelers are one of a kind. They require 100% attention and a firm hand. Both I lack. But the good news, is that Ozzy is a sweet and loving dog.
He only needs to be reminded who’s in charge. I forget. He reminds.
That’s his job.