Bad Hair Day

I take lots of dogs for walks even though I haven’t got one myself. When it’s windy I’m always surprised by the number of umbrellas which have been turned inside out by the wind then thrown down. The owners can’t even be bothered to carry it to the nearest bin. They must think, “This brolly is useless – I’m throwing it down now!” I usually pick them up and (with full pooh bags) wait until we pass the next bin. Also I don’t like people throwing meat away. We’ll sometimes pass half-eaten chicken drumsticks or turkey sandwiches up near the rugby club. I always think, “That animal’s died for you, the least you can do is eat every scrap of it.”

Anyway, here’s a painting of a woman wrestling with an umbrella in strong winds. At the bottom left I’ve painted a Beagle with ears flapping as I saw such ears when on the ridge of a hill at Lyme Park where people were flying kites. The insides of dogs ears usually smell nice.

When I hear people say they’re having a Bad Hair Day I think “Try having a no hair day – every day.”

Dabbing in a few clouds…

Adding the brolly…

Okay to add a dog here, Adolph? I think he’d prefer a rabbit…

In the grounds of Lyme Hall where I saw the flappy-eared Beagle…