It started years ago when I came across Andrew Wyeth’s Master Bedroom. A dog asleep on a four-post bed, waiting for his master’s return. The image illustrates devotion, loyalty and, while the master is away, benign awareness that some house rules can be bent.
The work welcomes me at the top of the stairs at the entrance to my-and my dogs’ bedroom.
Prominently displayed in my home office is Looking for Trouble, a lithograph by Scott Kennedy. I saw it 20 years ago this summer at a local art dealer and it spoke to me a simply effective story of five Siberian husky puppies ready to take on the world-with the exception of one reluctant litter mate peeking through the fence rail.
Then there’s the print of Golden Tongue by Robert McClintock that I found in the bargain bin at an arts and craft store. I laughed out loud and paid three dollars for it and another seven for an inexpensive frame. It hangs on the wall right here next to my printer and I smile every time I look at it and see that happy tongue slapping its way through another glorious day. Golden Retrievers were born to live and make us smile.
Over the years, family and friends have given me calendars, kitchen towels and potholders with dog images. “I saw these and thought of you.” The greeting cards I give tend to have dog themes. I have Post-it note pads in the shape of a German Shepherd. I picked up the salt and pepper shakers of Springer Spaniels playing guitar and fiddle at an antique store. I couldn’t resist (and I use them).
So yeah. Over the years I’ve gradually become one of those people, who, as soon as you step inside their home, you know what kind of person they are. In my case, you know when you get to the welcome mat.