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Pet portrait gallery - Bronte
Oil Painting dog portrait of Pekingese Bronte |
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Hi Katja,
Just took my first look at the final Bronte picture and am most happy. It’s wonderful. You certainly have a gift! When Bronte died about a year ago, it devastated everyone in the family. I believe that your picture will bring back memories of a much happier time. Thank you again. I am already trying to get a few good photos of our two yorkies to send you for a dual portrait. One is a 15 lb. bully and the other a little feisty mooch. I will get in contact with you shortly.
Your friend,
Stanley Vasek
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My little girl, Bronte, was born on Oct. 15, 1998. After about a year one of my associates came to me and told me that she was trying to “get rid” of her. Bronte was adopted out once before and promptly returned due to her “aggressive” behavior toward the adopter’s child (a spoiled kid whose mom wanted him to experience everything new in life). I adopted Bronte during November 1999 after the owner threatened to take her to the pound. Bronte died on Dec 29, 2006 of pancreatitis, perhaps from eating too many fatty goodies during the holiday season. I miss my little girl. She died way too young. She was never aggressive and had the most placid disposition I have ever experienced.
In her younger years she would run with total abandon after anything that caught her eye. She would never heed my command to come back, and I was always afraid that she might get hurt.
In her middle age years Bronte became a couch potato and was content to spend the entire day sleeping and having treats brought to her. In fact the only “bad” thing I could say about her was that she wasn’t the smartest cookie around. I tried for years to teach her the simplest of commands, but she always seemed confused. But what she lacked in intelligence was more than made up by her (I jokingly used to say) incredible beauty and by her mellow disposition. One of her favorite games (actually mine) was when I pretended to attack her pit bull style with my teeth bared and growling; she wouldn’t even flinch but simply licked my nose and went back to sleep. |
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