Above: Page spread from an exchange journal, using custom rubberstamps I made of Dottie (there were more trust me) and a bone stamp from Levenworth Jackson, and an unmarked tiny dog footprint stamp sprinkled around. On the left-hand page is Dot's death announcement (the paw print was actually made during her life). Click on the image to view an enlargement.
A couple weeks ago I was cleaning out some files on the computer and found this. I believe it's from early on in the MCBA Visual Journal Collective when we did a visual journal round robin. But it might be from something that was mailed around from person to person and made earlier, closer to her death. (The only reason I'd be working on a page related to her so long after her death would be if the topic/theme of the book was memorial in nature, or something I could cast in that direction because I was close to a deadline!
Maybe if someone sees this he/she will write in and remind me.
The other thing that's puzzling me is that there is carpet under the book. So I placed it on a floor to shoot a photo of it. But we haven't had carpet in this house since before we got the girls! (And there isn't carpeting at MCBA.)
For people who don't know, Dottie's full name was Dorothy (actually her full name was Black Ice's Spellbreaker, as in Dorothy in "The Wizard of Oz"). And of course that quickly shortened to Dottie, Dot, Dotster, and a dozen other endearments that frankly would embarrass me to tell you because really, I am immune to cute. Seriously. I really am.
Why "Smudge"? Which was probably our favorite nickname for her…Well what is a smudge after all, but a dirty dot!
Born on August 21, 1990, she was tracking before the snow hit the ground. She liked everyone. She loved a few people. She had a great heart and never quit on me. Though she always managed to find a dead fish (seriously in the middle of a landlocked field) to roll in; now you begin to see the origins of her name.
I don't often get nostalgic. There's too much going on in the right now. But when I found this image I had to smile, remembering Dottie, popping out into the world 23 years ago, tracking down her breeder's hall, frog kicking into the box of dog biscuits she found. Emma knew she was the one and ignored the others. "This one," Emma said with her eyes, "we can work with this one."
Dottie was always ready for adventure.