Getting knocked over is a scenario that doesn’t instantly feel inspirational, but...
Turning minor disasters into picture books.
Minor disasters happen all the time, but life’s little mishaps make great scenes in picture books, the messier the better.
A rolling dog is very annoying and smelly. Even if you don’t at first notice the smell, the flies soon will… and as you continue your walk, wondering where that awful smell is coming from, and why it seems to be following you home, your first thought may not be to sit down and do a quick sketch. But this is the sort of minor disaster that makes a wonderful scene in a picture book, even if it does bring back unpleasant memories as you draw the picture.
Getting knocked over is another scenario that doesn’t instantly feel inspirational. While sitting on the ground, assessing if limbs are still all pointing the right way, and giving an excited puppy the sort of look that conveys, even to him, that he should probably stop running around with the hat that fell off with the impact of the landing. And just maybe shaking the hat until it was dead, may not be the best idea, although the flying strands of wool would suggest that it was already too late for the pompom.
But it wasn’t all disasters, there was the joy of watching a tiny puppy grow and grow, until he grew into himself…
And all this from a puppy who came into the family masquerading as a cat, you’ll just have to read the book to see how that went.
The Blurb
“Orphaned puppies” they said. “Won’t get very big” they said…
But has he really been mistaken for a cat?
And if he’s not a cat, then what breed of dog can he be?
He just keeps getting bigger and bigger until…
Book Dedication: (and a little insight into the story behind the book)
For Kim, who persuaded me to “come and see the puppies”, though in truth I only actually ‘met’ one. The others were being carried around in the peripheries, working their own magic.
For Finley, I’m not sure who chose who, but when the moment came to hand you back, no one was letting go, though no one quite knew why. So we took you home and loved you, not really knowing what you would turn into, or when you’d stop growing.
For Phil, for putting up fencing, and then more fencing…
For Jessica, Mitchell, Fraiser, Rosie and Willow; Finley hopes you’ll all carry on dropping food and playing, but mostly the food bit! (Except for greens… you’re on your own with them.)
