FRUSTRATION

I had decided to simply make this a series of photos that I happen to like, but I cannot seem to find the group that I uploaded (twice) to the dashboard.
There were 58 photos I picked out some of which I know I have used before, probably more than once in some instances, but I find this extremely annoying.
I am hoping to get some good photos at the Nationals. They will be black dogs, not Bassets but you get what you pay for.

A number of years ago Susie Spry and I took a week-long spring trip to Kentucky and Tennessee. We stopped at the Kentucky Horse Park and met this draft horse foal having a very good time. We stood by the fence and he came over but Mama Horse was having none of that and with her ears pinned she trotted over to discuss our getting too close with her baby.
We watched from a respectful distance after that, even though there was a fence between us.

On that same trip we went out to Keeneland track very early one morning and watched them breeze the horses. Then we walked back and ate breakfast at the track kitchen, with jockeys and trainers and owners all around. It was a wonderful trip. One of the best I have ever taken.

I do not recall if this was the same trip or another that we took where we went along the Mississippi River (which is to the right) and wandered up this little dirt road.  Turned out to be more of a driveway to this house. This is about as close as we got and later at home I did a painting of it, which of the 4 or 5 paintings I did that year I really like. On the hike up the road we found a beaver tree, something I had not seen before.

Cooper meeting Zelda's puppies. It always amazed me how gentle and considerate of the puppies the adult males were. Of course, had they transgressed Zelda would have killed them, and I am not sure that it would not have been literally. She was very protective and had Cooper and Mitchell so well-trained that they would not walk past the "puppy room" to go outside without a human with them.

Happy Conley. I love happy dogs. No animal on earth is happier than a happy dog.

I know I have used this before but I like it. John actually took this photo on one of his forays downtown in Chicago. I do not now remember what the occasion was now, maybe Occupy Chicago but I think it was longer ago than that. Anyway. Had I ever tried to get my horse under that thing I would still be splatted on the cement....

The sad (and expensive) results of my short-lived experimentations with PMC clay (Precious Metal Clay). The seahorse broke. I needed a class, really-- probably many many of them. It was/is far too expensive for me as a hobby or even a side-line. The beads are bad enough.

My first grooming job. That dog (Prince) had the patience of a saint with me. Once when I was about 10 and walking him (he belonged to a neighbor) a drunk approached and Prince made it very clear who was in charge of THAT encounter....

Everyone said he'd sink, but he swam. Mitchell at Cedar Lake, in the Basset version of Dock Diving.

These are just chosen at random. Enjoy.