by Ingrid the Studio Dog
He did send in reports while he was at SOFA. I was relaxing on my freshly cleaned bedding (he feels guilty before he goes on a trip, and washes my various towels and rugs before he leaves), and he was busy schmoozing and entertaining, but he did manage to share. Something about this woman named Carmen Vetter, who is a local glass artist.
I say “local” only because Roger says she lives in Portland. Hmph. Does she live in the Piedmont Neighborhood? Kenton? Anywhere in NoPo?
No? Then she’s not local. “Local” is how far you can throw a tennis ball. Everyone knows that. Except for Roger, apparently.
But Carmen does make amazing glass art, and was belle of the ball (deservedly so, and only because I wasn’t there) at SOFA.
He also ran into Kat Hartley from Uroboros. (Yes. That Kat. She-Who-Likes-Cats Kat. I still don’t hold it against her. Promise.) Dan and Lani were there from Bullseye, of course, and stopped by to say hello, along with Lance and Amanda from OATKA, where he’s taught several classes, and he also saw Jerre Davidson, a long ago student from Vitrum who has done amazing work with nature.
Roger encountered buskers in the subways of Chicago, developed blisters from walking to Navy Pier, and generally had a fabulous time. Did I develop blisters? No. Did I even have the opportunity to develop blisters walking around Chicago? No.
Did I get to bark at buskers? Ride on the subway? Visit Navy Pier? No.
None of this matters to Roger. He only sent along pictures and videos to taunt me. I’m sure they were meant to comfort me, but when he shows me pictures of moose with bubble gum, I don’t really feel comforted. I just want to bark at the moose. (And I don’t get bubble gum… Peanut butter, yes. But no bubble gum.)
Even an amazing (yes, even I have to admit it…) amazing picture of his artwork from the catwalk of the Navy Pier didn’t comfort me. I probably would’ve stood up there and admired it, too. If it weren’t a catwalk.
Honestly. Does anyone even hear the words coming out of their mouths? Has anyone named anything a dogwalk? No?
Ingrid the Studio Dog, Roger’s companion, advisor, and motivator went to doggie heaven in December 2020. May she sleep well, and bark at/intimidate the UPS man, mailman, or cat. And even then she’s darn cute doing it.