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Meet Barnaby, the bunny

28 Thursday Jul 2022

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“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.” ― Anatole France

I am busy, busy, busy.  I am stressed, stressed, stressed.  I am grateful, grateful, grateful!

This is Barnaby. He is the mosaic studio’s mascot.  He has been living there for the past 2 months. 

I love holding him, but I rarely do.  I am afraid to pick him up.  He feels so fragile that I feel I may hurt him or break his little bones. 

He is adorable, and the softest thing I ever touched. He makes me smile.

“The man who chases two rabbits, catches neither.” – Confucius

“My cat brought me a toy. I thanked her and threw it. She sat there gave me a look that made me realize people and dogs are the crazy ones.” ― Dan Harmon

I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals. Winston Churchill

“I talk to him when I’m lonesome like; and I’m sure he understands. When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands; then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught thereat. For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that.” ― W. Dayton Wedgefarth

Pamela still lives!

28 Monday Dec 2020

Posted by in Daily Life, Mosaic and other crafts

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“Dogs are our link to paradise. They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring–it was peace.” ― Milan Kundera

I made a mosaic as a gift for my mom, this one here: https://blessedwithastarontheforehead.com/2020/12/09/of-saints-and-mothers/

I decided to also make one for my dad so he wouldn’t feel left out.  I chose to make Pamela.  Pamela was a poodle that my parents had for 17 years.  She died about 10 years ago, and to this day they still miss her and talk about her.

“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.” ― Anatole France

Pamela was originally my sister’s dog, but later she grew to hate my sister.  My sister tried to discipline her and she didn’t like that.  I also think that she saw my sister as competition for my parent’s attention. 

She was one of a kind.  She believed she was a person.  My parents treated her like a baby.  She was bossy and spoiled.  She always wanted to be patted, but would turn around and bite when she got tired of that.  She was extremely jealous of my parents. 

She died of old age. But to this day, my parents swear, they still can hear Pamela’s paws around the house.

“Dogs come when they’re called; cats take a message and get back to you later.” ― Mary Bly