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 ot everyone has such an excellent dog. Katy is a canine Jewish Princess, a top dog who bullies the other dogs but is afraid of ducks and cattle guards. She’s the only dog I ever knew who understood the game of hide and seek well enough to play either side. |
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 ne day Lynne came home with a story about a lost puppy she had seen on her mail route. We allowed as how it was a shame, but that we didn’t have room for another dog, and being as it was a good neighborhood and the dog was cute, someone was sure to take responsibility for it.
About an hour later, this fuzzy little Keeshond walked into my studio saying “She told me it was OK to come in here. It is OK, isn’t it?” We did the right things ... put the ad in the lost and found column ... prayed nobody would show up to claim her. Then we started looking for a name. Nothing sounded right. Finally, I got the bright idea of asking the dog herself. She said her name was Katy. Really. The name Katy just sort of floated around in the air. It’s alright if you think I am peculiar. I am an artist. It is next to impossible to get a picture of Katy in which she does not look as if she were waiting for the camera to explode. This one taken in a meadow near Carson Pass, in the Sierra Nevada, is one of only two. |
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