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Art to be enjoyed by all species; antique pet prints, animal-centric designs, framed felines and more.
Colorful Pooches
In my daily life career, I am a groomer. I keep dogs looking and smelling their best. I love my job. But it can be a very stressful place. We are working with living animals that may not enjoy or be happy about the grooming process and then we have to deal with the pet parents that generally really have no idea about how difficult our job can be. They think “oh we just play with puppies all day.” Which couldn’t be further from the truth. We deal with dogs that may only get groomed once a year. They may be terrified of the grooming process and they may lash out. We get bit, we get peed and pooped on, we get injured, battered and bruised. Some days are good, we get our favorite regular every four week clients that know and love us and that are used to the grooming process. Those dogs make our day and heartens us to continue on in our chosen career. For many though the days are filled with more of the former than the latter and it takes its toll. We burn out and then, creative grooming became a common practice, and for many of us brought us a breath of fresh air, a renewal that made us passionate and excited about our job again.
Saltwater Gallery
I once overheard someone say, “A painting serves no useful purpose, but it feels good to have it up on the wall.” Enjoying a family visit to the gallery
Andrew TurnbullPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeConquering Perfectionism with Paint
There are few things in life that bring as much universal joy to people of all walks of life as animals. Pets are strange creatures; they live in the house with us and can’t talk to us, but we love them unconditionally. My own life is full of animals, from chickens to horses to a pack of dogs. We celebrate their birthdays, enjoy their shenanigans, and mourn their passing. Animals are a staple of our lives. I haven’t yet met a dog I didn’t fall in love with instantly.
Erica PsaltisPublished 3 years ago in PetlifePainting for Pit Bulls
I had a canvas stashed under my dresser for years. It was leftover from my "abstract" art phase when I painted a series of poorly blended gradient checkerboards. This was around the time I also created a diorama of a living room for a tiny gemstone penguin. I hammered the lid off a plastic and metal box so I could use the base as the display and remember thinking, "I'm a real artist now."
Abby DraperPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeCrocheting birds nests for wildlife rescue
My creative obsession is crocheting birds nests. It all started back in the winter of 2019-2020 when wildfires tore through large regions of Australia. The fires caused widespread devastation to wildlife and the wildlife rescue centres in Australia were filled to capacity and beyond with creatures in need of care. A call went out around the world to crafters to make the various items they needed in order to care for the animal victims of the fires.
Caroline WilkinsPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeHow to Help Your Dog Paint
Those of us who consider our dogs our kids treat our dogs like our kids. At least I do, for the most part. One of the biggest parts of having human kids that I feel I missed out on because I only have a fur-kid is having a refrigerator adorned with report cards, notes, and art work.
Expressing Myself with Art
It’s hard for me to put into exact words what this tattoo means to me.... It all began when I was in 4th grade. My aunt and uncle live in the metro, twin cities area and it was on our way to visit them, that my family and I walked into a pet store and found our Olaf. This was around a year after losing our beloved dog Edison. We still had two other dogs at home but things were still somber in our household. We weren’t there to buy a pet but we fell in love with this adorable, 9 month old schnauzer named Malcolm (Olaf) all the same. My brother and I saw a sign on the pet store that said “Puppies”, and after minutes of listening to my brother and I beg to stop, my parents finally agreed. When my mom walked around the corner and saw Malcolm, she said “Uh-oh honey” to my dad and the rest was history. Malcolm was loved by another family who came to see him every single day. But they had three dogs already and due to city limits could not take another dog at home. Malcolm had ears that were not big enough to be floppy, but too big to be fully cropped, he was clumsy and very stubborn at the same time, but even so, we fell head over heels for this sweet boy; renaming him Olaf John after my parents alla matters, we were pleased. When we brought Olaf home to see our other two dogs, we felt a harmony that has been missing since Edison left. He was the missing peice to the puzzle of our lives that we were searching to find. When Olaf turned four, he broke his leg and I was the one to care for him and play with him when he had a hard time walking. During this time our special bond began. Wherever I went, so did Olaf. When I would leave for school he would sit in the same spot all day until I returned at home and followed me around wherever I went. When I left for college my mom told me Olaf didn’t eat for three days and wouldn’t leave my bed. He was so depressed I had to return home the first weekend to show him I hadn’t left him for good. Every time I returned home to visit he would do a happy dance and would howl his praises at how happy he was to finally see me again. Each time I would leave him I always told him “I’ll see you before you know it Bear”, and he would look at me as if to say he understood what I was saying. Olaf passed away after 13 beautiful years, and it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Ultimately my family made this my decision and seeing my sweet Olaf in pain was no way to honor all that he’s done for me. On the car ride to the vet I held him up and rolled down the window so he could put his face in the wind like he used to. I even shared my snack with him because it was his favorite. The night Olaf passed away, my aunt called me and said that our bond was too strong for Olaf to be gone forever. All I had to do was look for him and he would be there. It was when I went outside to think, that I looked up into the clouds and saw him. Four days after this moment, I got this tattoo of him and I to honor him and to always have a part of him with me. He was my best friend and I miss him dearly everyday. The words are in my fiancé’s handwriting and it’s what we always say to each other. Right now I’m in law school during this difficult time and this tattoo reminds me that through my struggles there’s always a peice if happiness connected to me. Though he may be gone, I find Olaf in the clouds or in nature because that is where we loved to be together the most. I know that wherever I will go, Olaf will follow me just as he did when we were younger. Olaf proved to me the night he passed away that he is never far from me, even if he is no longer physically here. He will protect me and make me feel loved when I feel alone. For those of you who have never experienced the bond between a pet, I promise, it’s one of the most beautiful feelings this earth has to other. If you have been fortunate to experience this bond, then you know what pure love and joy is all about.
Abigail TeffPublished 4 years ago in PetlifeThe Succulent Serpent
The silky, subtle serpent slithered it’s smooth, shiny scale-clad coat across the sunny, special spectacular surface laid forth by man. With steely sublime successive confidence, the sneaky serpent slides softly past all that he surveys. A pawn to this world, the serpent surprises the successive steam and substance to fulfill his mission, his journey that he is on. Guided by a split tongue that supplies a succinct sense of smell, the serpent stalks his prey with steely stillness and dedicated focus. A slight simmer of the summer sun, disturbed stalks and the animal freezes, still like a stop sign. Silence is his key, smell his weapon the stunner sulks softly along the sunny field surveying the field, smelling the air and stalking his prey! Suddenly, from the brush, the super skillful prey shoots with sublime speed, the stalked is bound and determined to survive. The serpent takes to speed, swiftly sliding, slithering, stalking, and stammering with successive speed in hopes for success where the prey ends up in his screaming stomach. The prey, not wanting to become supper, speeds up and soars with solace and something scary to stay away from the serpent. Super stoked for more, the serpent strives for speed, succulence and success, the serpent does all he can, lays it all out for the suppertime meal to snatch up his supper. But the prey is swift and surely determined to survive on this sunny September day. Story is as stories go and this one is not meant to go slow, the serpent stretches, slides and strives to see the savvy prey that is just past his scaled grip. The slippery prey slams on the brakes and slips past in a stoic spot just past some slimy stones. The slithering serpent is stymied, sunk and starving, he starts out and slowly seeks the shiny prize, but somewhere the sun is setting on this September day, and the serpent is starved. Searching, seeking, staying the course, the serpent is sure the prey is somewhere, something lurking in the swamp, the sway is ripe with sustenance. The sneaky sucker snuck out through the screen and streaked across the sunny field, legs a blur, staggering speed the prey sends his special successive delivered smattering success. The prey, not stunned, stuck in stupor, bewildered with the sickness, straightens up and screams across the September sky—streaking in the summer sun filled field. A silver-stomached, surfer—stereotyped stranger strains into view and surveys the scene. Slivering with silky-smooth softness, the serpent stoops and stretches to see the new sights. Somewhere, in the slight brush, the sneaky prey sulks along, steaming with solemn soullessness as he contemplates his next sneak! The snake suffers, the surfer streaks his shiny silver board and the prey shies away. Suddenly, the smooth serpent springs to life, seizing the moment and simmering with speed and stealth, screams down the September field sure to get the prey this time. The surfer surmises the situation and sees the situation happening before him. The prey stuck in sand, sees the sure-surfaced situation, seemingly over, stopping the situation and seizing the circumstance. But the serpent is not to be denied on this sunny September day, sliding past the slumbering surfer, over the silvery stomach, past the salt encrusted surf board, the serpent slithers on. Slowly, stealthy he stalks the slippery, surprised prey. Talking stalk and boldly on purpose, the serpent waits at the precipice of the sun drenched stalks. The prey, feeling so sublime, sees the sun and September afternoon, thoroughly believing he is in the clear. Foiled by none, confused only briefly, the serpent scores the succulent feast on this September day!
Patrick RobertsPublished 5 years ago in Petlife23 Perfect Tattoos for Animal Lovers
A tattoo is not just body art; it's a statement about the kinds of things you love. It adds personality and clues people into the things that matter to you. Of course, there's also the artistic side of tattooing, which means that each tattoo is a celebration of one's own individuality.
Iggy PaulsenPublished 6 years ago in Petlife