Bluepurl

Hey, wait a minute! Cats wash themselves! So perhaps my most recent amazing invention is less than practical. I’m sure, though, that the cats would love it.

I’d love to illustrate a children’s book.

Skippy and Juno are my gals!

Twelve years ago, my family was in the market for dogs, so we called the local vet. As it happened, a client of theirs had recently brought in his newly-adopted shelter dog, who wasn’t feeling very well.

A couple of hours later, she gave birth to eight puppies. We got two girls from the litter. They’re part border collie and part handsome stranger. Typical herding dogs, they bark a lot and chase anything that moves - children, cars, bicycles, other dogs.

The black and white dog, Skippy, is the head dog. She controls the other dog, Juno, and my husband, by staring at them until they bend to her will.

Juno is my shy girl. Early on, she decided staying out of trouble is the way to go. She sticks pretty close to my feet.

This weekend, they’re both hunkering down under tables and desks. People in outfits are re-enacting the Civil War down the street from our house. Cannon-fire makes dogs nervous.