SENSE AND SENSIBILITY

Nose, Paws, Tongue.

Nose, Paws, Tongue.

Nose, Paws, Tongue.

They are all working overtime, day and night, reacting to the hot and humid days and nights, lasting for days, then, weeks and now, months.

Do I look any thinner from this constant sauna? Nooo! Just haggard and panting, and my fluffy fur is quickly loosing it's bounciness.

 

 

Fortunately, I went home with my best buddy Tom. Here is a photo of me, stretched out on his cool, airconditioned, tiled, kitchen floor.
 

Gentrified gals, like me, require airconditioning, cool fresh water, tummy rubs, leftover pizza, and Johnny Cash. Now, Johnny Cash is one hot I like. Woof!
 

Despite this heat, Andy, in studio 19, is teaching and demonstrating glass blowing. Village artists are sweating and creating in their 90-100 degree studios.....and patio artists have set up canopies for protection from the sweltering heat....
 

However, Brandon, my poodle buddy, Erika, the rag doll cat, Emily, the squirrel, Franklin, the arachnophobic rat, and all my other 4-legged friends, have the sense to stay out of the heat....well, such are humans.....
 

Stay Cool, My Loves,

Bella

Remembrance SCOTT KUHNLY, UFO's and PB&J

MEMORIES and MINUTIAE

SCOTT KUHNLY, a member of Spanish Village for over 40 years, passed away on July 27, 2012.   For as long as I've been with the Village, Scott would give me bites of his peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, long tummy rubs, and pats on my head followed by the familiar sounds of his voice. Scott displayed his watercolor and oil paintings near the entrance of the Village on the patio. The scent of Scott has disappeared, and the habit of seeing him almost every weekend makes me sad, now that he is gone. An overwhelming minutiae of feelings and memories leave me uncertain, but I focus on special memories with Scott....the minutiae dissipates to warm thoughts and memories I hold in my heart....recapturing my friend, Scott....and that feels good. Until Later, all my Love, Bella

SCOTT KUHNLY & BELLA (aka Roxie)

Sometimes, when the weather is sunny, I like to find an agreeable studio (with lots of goodies) to lie down, feel safe, and maybe snooze a little, but today I feel like feeling the warm breeze blow through my beautiful fur and schmooz with my buddy Scott.

He's a patio artist who sits on his beach chair on weekends, situated in the front of the village, near the entrance, with dozens of watercolors and oil paintings hung from A-frames. Representational paintings of landscapes from meadows to seascapes, and more. Scott shows up on the weekends, sets up his paintings, and paints the day away. He has been a member of Spanish Village Art Center for approximately forty years. I enjoy sitting next to him, watching the guest stroll by, and enjoying how each stroke of his brush is one step closer to a fantastic painting.


Occassionally, a conversation will strike up. ''Is that what I think it is?'' says an observant guest. And Scott will say 'yes'.....'yes it is an extraterrestial object in the sky of my painting'.....Scott sneaks in an occassional UFO, however minute, in his paintings....I am amazed at how many guests admit to having seen an UFO, as Scott has remarkably witnessed one. If you hang around Scott, you'll undoubtedly listen to some interesting conversations.
''Hey girl, ready for lunch?'
' ''Do you have to ask me?'' I wag my tail and gaze into his kind eyes.
''Ready for some peanut butter and jelly, and some string cheese, girl?''
''AM I?!'' Just one more thing to make this lunch perfect! I rolled over on my back and said ''rub my tummy!'' AHHHH!