Five years ago this evening,December 11, 2013, as Jeanie and I returned from dinner with friends, my beloved Australian Cattle Dog Wrangler went under my car and was gone.

He was a Blue Heeler. I rescued him or better he rescued me, and was my friend for ten years. The agony and the hurt of this was almost unbearable. I was heartbroken then, and still miss him terribly.

His green collar still hangs on my bedpost, an attachment always to the dog of a lifetime.

I called him my “spiritual director dog” because he was the most attentive creature I can imagine, and he taught me to pay attention.

In these paintings, and in my book Wrangler My Spiritual Director Dog, I sought to share with others the heart of our friendship.

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