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Summer has gone to the dogs around here. . .


Hey, these are the hot, steamy dog days of late August in the American Midwest, right?  Anyway, one of you mentioned a few days ago that it would be a good idea to add a dog to the vivandiere vignette that is taking shape (I'm still messing with it before gluing everything in place) on the ol' painting table.  To coin the Wooster twins, Claude and Eustace, that's an extremely sound idea.  So, I did some digging around and turned up a set of four, different sized mutts, which is available from Westfalia Miniatures for 4.00 British Pounds.  

I like the scruffy, animated look of these dogs, and think I'll add the set to my birthday/Christmas list.  Or maybe just order them myself before long.  Why put the onus, after all, on the Grand Duchess and Young Master if they present me with other gifts, and I'm unable to finish said vignette?  That said, there must be other 25-30mm metal canines to be had out there, but I've not had much luck turning up non-cute stuff with basic searches on the web.

-- Stokes


Later. . .

A nicely packed, weighty small parcel arrived in the mail earlier today all the way from a friend Dublin, Ireland, which contained all sorts of small goodies that I'd completely forgotten about due to all of the hub-bub around here this last week with preparations for the start of the new school year.  Needless to say, it was a really nice surprise to spy this in the mailbox on the porch when I checked to see if our mail lady had left us anything today.  Watch here over the next few weeks to see what else turns up.  Oh, and a very special thank-you to Mr. Kinch!

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Fitz-Badger said…
Your post title reminded me of "Veterinarian's Hospital" on the old Muppet Show. ha ha

A few canines around the camp sounds like a good idea.
Dear heinz-Ulrich,

Yes, I confess to having proposed that one of man's best friends be included in your vignettes. Canine friends populate scenes in many movies and in earlier art. They make a bit more humane what might be perceived as the horror of war. The picture you chose for the introduction of this blog entry points that up who doesn't love that big furry, happy face?
You must be terribly busy at this point. Always remember to take a deep breath and the mantra at the end of the day - no teacher should go home more exhauusted than his or her students!
Yours in academic comradeship,
Gerardus Magnus
Archbishop Emeritus

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