Tiptoe through the tulips.
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Dance with the daffodils.
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And have a wonderful day!
Happy Birthday to my May Day sister, Sherry!
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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2015
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Thank you!
poetry
Squirrel!
There once was a cheeky squirrel
who was driving my poor dog mad
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He mocked and he laughed and he chortled
Oh! He was such a cad.
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He used diabolic acrobatics
To show me his tummy bare
Hanging about on the feeder
He masticated without a care.
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And yet he is saved from my revenge
By a fact of no dispute
Thief and bandit he may be
But aw look, he’s just so cute!
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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2015
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May the Dog be with you.
If you haven’t heard, it’s been a mite chilly out.
I know, I know, it’s shocking news.
I’m sorry I had to break it to you like that.
Personally I don’t mind the cold or snow.
Especially when a walk around my neighborhood looks like this.
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I must admit, it is a bit rough to have this much snow and a white dog.
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Of course when temperatures drop into the frostpaw levels, the dogs need to mostly stay inside.
Sometimes when I try to make them go outside even when it’s not that cold out, they simply vanish into thin air.
I don’t know how that happens.
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Hmmmm.
It’s a mystery.
I recently made a bunch of ATC’s of animals for a trade.
ATC’s are artist trading cards. They are 3.5 by 2.5 inches, the size of a regular playing card.
These are in acrylic.
They will most likely appear larger on your screen then they are in real life.
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And here’s a couple of ATC’s in ink.
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Have a good one!
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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2015
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More prints to become available soon.
Thank you!
Ode to a Turkey
There is a turkey in my yard
I don’t know what he wants
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He struts to and fro
And yells oh such nasty taunts
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He waggles his wattles
And snoozles his snood
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And he blocked the driveway
Cause he’s in a fowl mood
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But I will not let him
Get to me
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For instead I have painted
A watercolor tree.
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The End
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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2015
As the Suet Spins..
The continuing story of a bird, another bird, a third bird, some other birds, many many birds
and a little bit of suet.
It was a cold yet sunny day.
The wily woodpecker whistled..
“Mine! All mine! The suet is all mine!
Yummy! Yummy! Yummy!”
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“Ahem” the lady cardinal quietly coughed.
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“Yeeeeeeees?”
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“Did you..you…eat…all..of the suet!!!!!” the vivacious vixen gasped.
“I did! I did eat the suet!” whispered the woodpecker as he bowed his head in shame.
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“But I Still Adore You!” said the woodpecker in an overly dramatic capitalized way.
“Please!” he continued “Eat The Rest!”
“Okay, mmph, mmph, mmph.” she mumbled with a face full of suet.
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“Oh no! Your boyfriend is coming! I’m outta here!”
“Heeyyyyyyyyy!” Squeaked the Red One.
“You Vixen!” he squawked.
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“Oh Dirk!” She sobbed.
“I’m leaving you.”
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Dirk looked around in confusion.
He appeared to be all alone.
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(cue dramatic music)
Dadada Dum
Stay tuned until next time.
When Dirk meets a suspiciously scurrilous sparkling sparrow.
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Will he survive the suspicious scurrilous sparkling sparrow’s speech?
Will the vivacious vibrant vixen vamoose?
Will the wily woozy woodpecker wallow wearily with wanton whistles ?
Stay tuned..
As the Suet Spins..
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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2015
Christmas Trees, Peeping Toms and Dog Portraits
It’s that time of year again.
Dummy was so excited to decorate the tree, he forgot to put his pants on.
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He thinks he’s sexy.
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No wonder we have so many peeping Toms.
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Yeah, I see you Tom Turkey.
That’s right, strut away all casual like.
But I know what you did..
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Sampson, I can’t believe you let them get that close to the house.
What do you have to say for yourself?
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Really!
And to think, I made a portrait, just for you.
Acrylic, 8×10
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Don’t worry Zeus, I made you one too.
Acrylic, 8×10
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What do you think of that, Zeus?
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Sigh…
Here’s a couple little landscapes too. Acrylic, 3×5
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Acrylic 3×5
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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2014
Happy Thanksgiving!
Happy Halloween!
In a malevolent chilling dance
The wind, it leapt and tore
Through the broken greying rows
It pushed on the old tomb door.
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The skeletons inside, they cheered
For freedom they did want
They dreamed of stretching their thin bones
And of the souls that they would haunt
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An iron mouse, it raised its head
A shiver went down its spine
But Dummy who was dressed as a ghost
Said “Oh Pal, it’ll be just fine!”
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He went to the pumpkin patch with the mouse
And shrieked a ghostly “Boo!”
The skeletons, they looked aghast
And stuttered “W-who are you?”
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“I am a wicked scary ghost!”
“I’ve come to steal your bones!’
“Oh no! We need them!” they all sobbed
With great big racking moans
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They ran to the safety of their tomb
Locking the door, crying “You are mean!”
To the iron mouse, Dummy bowed
And said “Happy Halloween!”
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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2014
The Eagles are back!
There was a mother eagle
Who was trying to get some rest.
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But oh no! Look behind her!
It’s a teenage raptor pest!
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So she cuffed the juvenile in the head!
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And left for parts unknown.
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The kid, he was proud to have his own roost.
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Until he realized that he was all alone..
Mom?
Mother??
Mommy?!?
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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2014
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The Headless Dummy
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It was a dark and dismal All Hallow’s Eve
And the moon was hanging low
The wind’s icy touch reached through the trees
To a young soldier on the path below
He did not heed its warning
He spurred his stallion on
For he was to meet his sweet love
By the old stone mill pond
But she was a witch of evil intent
Who wanted General Washington’s plan
Traitors and she had conspired
To torture the soldier man
He saw her in the moonlight
Not noticing her vicious sneer
But as his horse drew closer
The moon’s rays made her evil clear
Alas it was oh too late
They had circled him fore and aft
The last sound that the soldier heard
Was the witch’s cackling laugh
And even though his body was ripped and torn
A bloodied welted mass
He would not give up the plan
To that scheming awful lass
And in her rage and fury
She wished the soldier dead
And with a shining silver knife
She severed off his head
She laughed as into the pond it went
She shrieked out a curse
“Your broken body will walk again
For your head, you will always search”
And with this awful epithet
They tossed him into a narrow hole
They spit and danced upon the upturned dirt
To hell, they condemned his soul
And on the next All Hallow’s Eve
When the moon was hanging low
The winds icy touch reached through the trees
To the shallow grave below
And in the light of the morning sun
At the old witch’s homestead
They found her jack-o-lantern missing
Replaced with her bloodless head
And still on an All Hallow’s Eve
When the moon is hanging low
A pumpkin grins atop a dummy
That lost its head long ago
And if you should ever cross this dark valley
And your soul fills with dread
Be wise my friends and do not dally
Or you, too, could lose your head
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Happy Halloween!
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In tribute to Mr. Washington Irving, 1783-1859
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