I'M IN THE DOGHOUSE!....again

With this firing, that is......The white shepard was a custom order.  The only thing that I wasn't happy about was that the white glaze was a little more dominant than I had expected.  That's the kind of thing with clay that you have no control over once the decision to turn that kiln on is made.  I thought I knew that glaze and I guess the glaze really had the last say!!   Crooked ear shepard was for a necklace that I made for my good friend Pam!  Don't forget to head over the Bill's April 3rd Post to win a free mug.  He's drawing a name for that tomorrow!

Working Dog in the Works...

Can you guess what this will be?  One is a custom order for Alyce who has purchased some animal pendants for me in the past.  She's made them into frames!...Very cool idea.  I'm looking forward to seeing her pics when she gets the time to send them.  The other is the same kind of dog only this one is for my girlfriend. 
Her loving, sometimes annoying pup...
Has an ear that has never stood up...

Just realized that rhymed so it had to be put in poem format ;o)  Anyhow, the end result will be a little more obvious once the glaze is applied.  I started making these pendants when Kristy from beadykeekjewelry requested that I make a circle with ears to represent her beloved cat.  It eventually developed into more life like animals.  I only make these on request since I think that you either love them or you don't....not to mention, it's usually a personal love for a specific animal......woof!

He Doesn't Want to Play with You Buddy!

So, it all starts out pretty innocent.  I took Bill out to eat because I just received my retro check from a newly settled contract.  The dogs Jake (yellow lab), Buddy (our rescue dog) and Mikito (mistake #1 was naming him this since it means Little Prince in Japanese and he takes it literally) were home patiently awaiting our arrival.  On the way home, I visualized the dogs anxiously awaiting our presence and how much Buddy likes to run around on our 15 acres (he usually stays within 1 acre).  My first feeling was, "Ohhh, I better not....I smelled that skunk this morning and was thankful that I had put him out on the run...."  Second thought was the talking myself out of thought #1.   We get home, they're estatic and I open the door to let them run.  Five minutes pass and I take some quick pics of beads.  I'm going to sit down, have a glass of wine (hence the reason that sometimes I come up with names that are a little out there ;o)  and list them on Etsy.  Off to the door I go to let my little darlings in.   Jake and Mikito are right at the door as always and I call Buddy.  I call him again and again and again.  No Buddy.  This couldn't be good.  "Not the first time," I tell myself, "He loves to run the trails."  "I'll get started and give him a few more minutes." There is a knocking paw at the door (he serves as the doordog for all of them in regardless of the weather and it's not uncommon for the door to fly open when they are ready to come in).  I answer it and what do I discover......"THE SMELL!  UGHHHHH!"  Why didn't I listen to myself?  A few choice words from me and it's off to the shower, then another shower, then another....now a little cucumber conditioner.....Perhaps that will cover up what I can't get out...Needless to say, there is a REAL GOOD reason why they don't sell scents called Cucumber Skunk!!!  The beads are going to have to wait.  Another day, another lesson and at least for the next month, I will remember to listen to my gut instinct!  Is that a piece of white fur on his nose?