When I wrote about my Maltese Lucy loving our “master bath,” it occurred to me that I could do addition posts about our house and the stories particular rooms tell about my partner Sara and me. These, as well, I thought, could feature photos of Lucy and her canine, big brother Ralph—share the parallel experiences they have of those same spaces.
So, here we go—a post about my studio–images from Lucy’s perspective.
When I bought our house 5 years ago, the second floor had a separate entrance and horrid brown carpet—an expanse of fuzzy floor the color of puppy poop and almost as smelly. Lucy wasn’t around for that part of the story, so she can’t be blamed. (These days, she saves her poop for the rugs Sara brought home from Afghanistan.)
(Okay, maybe there wasn’t actually an odor, but it was nasty, with a color diarrhea-like enough, that only excrement images communicate the putrid awfulness.)
Before Sara or I were willing to live upstairs or even walk up there in our bare feet, it was clear the existing flooring had to go. But when we removed the carpet, we discovered the most amazing wide plank pine floors beneath the sea of ugliness. They were themselves in semi-desperate condition and uneven as sailors’ teeth, but it seemed to us, a thorough hand sanding and waxing would bring them back to decency and then some.
Now those floors look like this:
As an artist, I need studio space, and this main room on the second floor works as well as any:
Four tables we had hand-made for our patio in Haiti serve as my primary work surface, their rugged construction solid enough to endure the literal pounding they sometimes take:
Two seating areas serve as writing nooks:
If you liked photos of my Maltese Lucy mastering our “master bath,” you might enjoy a few of her ruling the roost from my studio, as well:
Lucy does paint brush patrol:
When not bossing Mommy around, Lucy lounges in the sunshine:
With Lucy’s assistance, I recently repurposed a chair otherwise destined for the dump:
(That would be Martin Luther King, Lucy.)
Stay tuned for more spaces “a la canine.”
In the meantime, Lucy wants to know what places pets patrol in your home. Feel free to bark at her (or me) in the comments below.