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Truckin’ with the dogs I

Left Vermont on a late January morning.  10 degrees with stiff sharp breeze, spitting snow, driveway shiny with frozen version of recent rainfall.  Started out by losing the leashes.

Although we’d packed the pod in the truck bed the night before,  we had to repack it.     Loaded two and a half large purple bags of dry dog food  into industrial strength garbage bags for waterproofing, and stored them outside the pod to make room inside for more of our stuff:  laptop, printer, scanner, clothes, essential kitchen tools, work materials for both of us – light box, pencils, ink, papers, watercolor pastels, casein, watercolors, acrylics, brushes, reference materials, sketchbooks, J’s briefcase, papers, job folders, boxes of envelopes, padded envelopes, rulers, two old backpacks with dog supplies – rawhide sticks, toys, kongs, ear cleanser,  dog tranquilizer vitamins, old tennis balls…., as well as two dog beds in the back seat, John’s fiddle, bathroom stuff to take in and out of the motels, and an overnight pack for the same purpose.  After last minute trips to the post office and the bank, we headed towards Albany, 2 plus hours behind optimistic schedule.  Not too bad.              This is Pepper.

and Radar

the glorious billboards of Pennsylvania.  Stills and movies.

We carry the water in plastic grapefruit juice containers.  The food and bowls are stored in a small galvanized garbage can in the back of the pickup, next to the gate.  Someone didn’t secure the lid, and somewhere between Pennyslvania and Virginia where we spent the first night, we lost the lid. (hope it missed the cars and trucks behind us…)   Fortunately the weather was fair.

Winchester, Virginia. The ‘Lee-Jackson Best Western’.  Large prints of Lee and Jackson above the check in desk, small statues below them.  The Jackson statue featured the Confederate flag.  We’re not in New England anymore.  A good night, on the whole.  Though only a thin grassy strip outside, for the dogs.  Being country dogs, they are only comfortable peeing on actual ground, not macadam.

Although this photo makes this food look anemic, it is a lot tastier than any of the food we can find on the road.  My brother in law told me that Waffle Houses weren’t bad, so we tried one for breakfast here in Virginia.  They actually cooked real food on real stoves.  Good grits and country ham with the eggs and homefries.

Virginia farm land.


We can work it out (new painting)

We can work it out       Casein & Ink       8″ x 10″

Happy New Year

New Dibble Paintings: 3 Small Works Shows

Snow Dream  8″ x 10″  Mixed media on archival clayboard

Evening Summer Breeze  8″ x 10″  Casein & Wax on archival clayboard


Edgewater Gallery, Woodstock, Vermont:   http://www.edgewatergallery-vt.com/dibble-anna.html

West Branch Gallery, Stowe, Vermont:  http://www.westbranchgallery.com/new.lasso

Gander Gallery, Manchester, Vermont:   Gander Galleryhttp://www.gandergallery.net

DibbleDog Cards: New Site!

NEW WEBSITE: http://www.shop.dibbledog.com

A Post-Thanksgiving poem

Old Bones

By Gary Snyder

Out there walking round, looking out for food,
a rootstock, a birdcall, a seed that you can crack
plucking, digging, snaring, snagging,
barely getting by,
no food out there on dusty slopes of scree—
carry some—look for some,
go for a hungry dream.
Deer bone, Dall sheep,
bones hunger home.
Out there somewhere
a shrine for the old ones,
the dust of the old bones,
old songs and tales.
What we ate—who ate what—
how we all prevailed.

Gary Snyder, “Old Bones” from Mountains and Rivers Without End. Copyright © 2008 by Gary Snyder. Reprinted by permission of Counterpoint Press.

Source: Mountains and Rivers Without End (Counterpoint Press, 2008)

3 New Paintings

'In the Gloaming' graphite, wax pastel, ink

'Their Wolf Ancestors' wax pastel, ink, casein

'The Three of them' wax pastel, graphite, casein

Sibyl’s delusion

Although Sibyl came across to others as a friendly dog, eager to please, sociable and fun to be around, she had another, less obvious side to her personality.   She was under the impression (something she read in an online magazine to which she could never remember the URL )  that she could gain extra attention by tweaking the truth.   She very much wanted to be friends with the Poodle and the Irish Wolfhound, two of the most popular dogs in school.   When the Bulldog asked Sibyl if the Poodle ever shed her fur, Sibyl called the Poodle and told her that the Bulldog had a crush on her.   When the Saluki mentioned that the Irish Wolfhound had acted weird around a certain yellow cat, Sibyl emailed the Irish Wolfhound and wrote that the Saluki thought the Irish Wolfhound had fish breath.   Sibyl was encouraged when the Poodle and the Irish Wolfhound  paid more attention to her than they had before.  The three had a hilarious time rolling in  a pile of fresh horse manure together.    But the Bulldog scurried away in the other direction whenever the Poodle made her bold flirtatious approach, and the Saluki asked the Wolfhound to go on a date – a truffle digging expedition.   After awhile, Sibyl noticed that the Poodle and the Irish Wolfhound were pointedly ignoring her again.    Sibyl wondered if possibly the article in the online magazine had been wrong?  Life could be so confusing at times.

Holiday Cards

Bark the Herald

Snow Dog

Baba baba Ba


DibbleDog is offering holiday cards this year.  You can choose one or all four cards.  We will ship them to you in time for holiday mailing.  LISTS:  Email us your holiday name and address list, and we will write a holiday greeting inside, and ship your cards for you.   Contact Anna at anna@dibbledog.com for prices.  All cards are printed on nice card stock, blank inside, with nice envelopes.   Happy happy, Merry Merry!

The Return of the Woofers

Mose, keyboard and harmonica, Wallace, bass fiddle, and Alison, vocals and jew’s harp were taking a well deserved break after a crazy summer on the road.  Their rusty 1979 Chevy van, Bobby Johnson – named after their favorite player of the blues, had miraculously made it from home in New York, NY in mid-June to San Francisco in early October and back again, with many stops in between, and also gigs north and south along both coasts.  It had been a successful tour.  Their new album, ‘Captain Arfheart’s Wagginess’ was selling well enough so they could afford better winter quarters than last year.  Last year they’d wintered in a dismal shelter filled with the biggest bunch of sad dogs and cats they’d ever met, out on Long Island.  This year they moved into a loft on Canal Street that was so nice and grand they decided to have winter performances, as well as adopt some of their friends from the shelter.  Well, maybe not the cats.

They made it home just in time to join Pete Seeger and his son, Arlo,  and the Wall Street protesters.  Pete, being over 90, had replaced his banjo with walking canes, so the Woofers had a blast  adding interesting orchestration to the protest songs as they marched up and down the streets.  They winged it with the unfamiliar union songs, but they’d always admired Woody Guthrie, and a jazz version of This Land is Your Land was part of their normal repertoire.   Afterwards, over beers and cheddar on saltines at McSorley’s , they drank a toast to the protestors who were protesting corporations and governments all over the world.  “Finally!” said Mose.  “It’s about Time!”  said Alison.  Wallace just nodded enthusiastically as he wolfed down an especially large pawful of crackers.  The winter ahead was looking better and better.

A Studio Interview

In Anna Dibble's studio: Kimberly Wang of Eardog Productions
Studio shots, & Pepper, Radar and Theo

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