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Pink velour tacky bottoms

The Jose

Josey has been in my life for over three years.  We began our together lives with her being quite small and me being very big in comparison.  It took some time for her to get used to her new surroundings, but the amount of cute she brought into my life far outweighed problems of house training, chewed shoes and the endless hours of her crying in her cage at night when she was a wee pup.  It was heart breaking, listening to those little cries  echoing through the house.  I caved.  She now sleeps in my room.

Finding your footing with a new ‘person’ in your life is an interesting learning experience.  How do you fit your lives around eachother?  I mean, I thought Jose and I could rock the hot pink valour look, a la tacky tracky suit bottoms, me with blonde hair extensions, her with fake diamond studded pink collar.  I bought the tiny pink bag (not really), tried to coax her into it, told her of the fun we would have with her as my purse dog.  She wasn’t having it.  She rolled her eyes, stole another’s dog tennis ball then trotted off into the middle distance.

I then thought that perhaps she could be my assistant, after all, she sees how I work, she is familiar with my work space and knows when it’s time for a cup of tea: every hour on the hour.  And so, I wrote up a rota of who would make the tea.  I found a small paint chart and initialled the shade of light brown that she should aim for when adding milk to the cup (without a word of a lie, an office in which I used to work did this).  When 10am rolled around, I tapped my fingernails impatiently against the desk, looked at Josey, looked at my work, looked at Josey, looked at my work again.  Can you believe she was just laying there, snoozing away on her pillow.  Honestly.  The nerve.  You just can’t get good help these days.

And so I thought perhaps we would just go back to doing what we always do.  I wake up early, walk her around my neighbourhood, she sniffs and does all the necessary things a dog should do.  I talk at her throughout the day, hold up colours and ask ‘do these work together?’ and I imagine her response is something like ‘do you think I give a sh-‘ because, well, she’s a teenager and I think she is having a bit of an attitude problem right now.

So, that’s Josey and I.  She features predominantly in my world and I do think that living without The Jose would be like trying to live without an arm or a leg or sunshine or crisp green fields.

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I am an artist living and working in a rather gorgeous city. My art can be purchased in various shops throughout the city as well as from my online shop. I also work as a primary school art teacher. I feel lucky that I can divide my time between the two activities.

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