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This is my latest….and one of the few mixed breed dogs I have done. This is Kaylee. She is black to charcoal with two small white patches on her back feet, a streak of white down her neck into her chest and some grey muzzle even at 7-8 years old.
Kaylee was our rescue dog. I think this might be the only carving I have loaded here that was not a customer job. She just passed two weeks ago at 14-15 years of age from cancer. This was one of my dogs I could carve her as I saw fit. So I carved her at age 7-8 so that she would be proportionally accurate to period in her life and attractive as a carving.
We did not know when we rescued her at about 6 months of age that she had been beaten mercilessly. Dogs are never afraid of me…not ever . She was so afraid of men when we got her that the first time I put my hand down to pet her, she squatted and peed right there on the floor. Now the first 3 months of a dog’s life, they don’t know or understand anything. So that means they treated her so badly for the 2nd three months of her life that in that short space of time they had just about completely wrecked her.
So how does a dog like our Kaylee have fun? Fun for Kaylee was stopping fights…fights between other dogs, fights between people…that was her thing. She would walk right into a dog fight at the point when the dogs gave her just the tiniest bit of room to get herself between them, stick herself right in the middle of it and separate the two dogs. She was a big girl. So she basically got her way. With people, she would stick herself right between two people she thought were getting out of hand and make a judgement about which was the more out of control…face that person and walk him away from the other combatant grinning and wagging her tail the whole time.
Notice how I carved her tail. If she wanted to get your attention without being too threatening about it she would stand with her head turned just as you see it here and wag her tail purposefully whomping you with it…just her way of sending a friendly warning that your temper might be getting the better of you and you might just want to rethink things a bit. She was so good at stopping violent activity that her nickname was Police Dept. She was a great dog. I really feel fortunate to have gotten her.... fortunate for us and for her as through no fault of her own...she was a handful. I am pretty well convinced that virtually anybody else would have brought her to a shelter and she would have been put down because nobody would have wanted to put up with her special needs. I really miss her already and probably always will. Hope you guys enjoy her carving.