Gocco Prints

Peter
4"H x 6"W
Scoundrels and Miscreants I Have Known. Spot. Peter. He sat outside under the pine tree, occasionally venturing out onto the open lawn to feast on wild strawberries. I saw him. So sweet and innocent. His brothers were not as bold and stayed within a hop of the brushes. I shall call him Peter I thought. Each morning he would venture a little further as the strawberries close to the tree had been eaten. Robins and yellow finches would join him in his feast without a bother. The sun had warmed the ground up enough to plant my garden. Yummy carrots, sweet green beans and spicy radishes would soon be on my table. Faithfully I tended my garden each day. Making sure the ground surrounding the soon to be treasures was not too hard and quickly whisking away any hint of a weed. My watering can which contained the purest rainwater was always nearby to be sure the ground was just moist enough. That 80 degree day with full sun coaxed the long awaited from the black earth. They pushed their little heads up and opened fully their first leaves. Heaven awaited I thought. Time to nuture them with all the added goodness from the Miracle Grow box. I ran to the shed with my watering can full of rainwater to mix the potion returning with a creation that was just the right shade of blue green. Then I stopped. My treasures were gone. All that was left was a tiny stubble of green where once was leaves reaching out to the sun. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a bit of white bouncing across the lawn. Peter.

Fluffy
4"H x 6"W
Scoundrels and Miscreants I Have Known. Spot. Fluffy. I found him at the back door. I opened it and he walked in and immediately took command of the place. I was putty in his hands. I fed him the finest tuna from my cupboard and gave up my softest chair. Just for him. He would offer me a quick look in my direction as if to acknowledge me, but only on Fridays -- for some reason. I cleaned his water bowl each day. Scrubbing it so no foreign particles would be left in it when I filled it with filtered water from my refrigerator. I even set it in a sunny area, so that it would slowly warm up to room temperature. I was his slave I will admit. He never complained when I missed my duties, tho behind his staid look, I knew he disapproved. It was one morning when the air was crisp. He was laying on my comfy chair. His ears perked and up he got and sat at the back door. He sat and sat until I finally decided to open it. He left that day never to return. I look at that pile of hair on the chair that didnt go with him and deep inside I cry. He left and he took my heart with him.

Spot
4"H x 6"W
Scoundrels and Miscreants I Have Known. Spot. He gave me those sad puppy dog eyes when I picked him up from the pound. He was so happy that I had picked him to come home with me. He loved to play ball and fetch the stick. He even learn to sit and stay when I told him to. But then one day, I was making lunch. I was starved. I had just gone to the deli earlier and got a pound of their sweetest honey baked ham and some finely sliced baby swiss cheese. The farmer’s market, on the way home, had the ripest beefsteak tomatoes, crisp butter lettuce and fresh from the oven sour dough bread. These all went into the sandwich I had made, topped with the homemade goodness of Dijon mustard. I turned to pour myself some sweet tea over a tall glass of crystal clear ice. I turned back. My sandwich was gone! What happened to it? I looked and looked. Spot lay on the floor, wagging his tail, diverting his eyes from my stare. There was no evidence. But Spot, there is a spot on your record now.

Eugene
4"H x 6"W
Scoundrels and Miscreants I Have Known. Spot. Eugene My radical friends rescued him and others from the university science lab last year. They wanted me to hide him at my place till things calmed down. I was immediately taken by his cute little nose that he would stick in the air and wiggle as he made his way around my house, becoming familar with its contents. My friends never told me exactly what experiments were being done on Eugene. Genetics is all they would say. He eventually learned to sit on my shoulder as I watched tv. Movie nights, I would make popcorn and share a bowl with him. One night, we watched the movie about the cooking rat. I thought Eugene would like it. He watched it intently as we ate up the popcorn. Afterwards I tucked him into his little bed in his cage and said goodnight. Next morning when I went to make breakfast, I noticed the my best chopping knife was gone. Eugene was nowhere to be found. A large scratch in the wood floor lead to the back door -- which had a crudely cut hole in the screen. I asked my friends again about the experiments in that lab. Again. Genetics is all they would say.

Peter
4"H x 6"W
Scoundrels and Miscreants I Have Known. Spot. Robbie I dont know if that is the name his mother gave him - should birds name their chicks. But it seemed appropriate in his case. Spring came after a long winter and I was anxious to get out to the garden and get my hands dirty. My friends from Iowa had sent me some seeds from their prize winning popping corn. I love popcorn and the thought of growing my own made my mouth water. But no doubt, it must have made Robbie's mouth water too. You guessed it. Every time I put some seed into the ground, the next day it was gone. A little pile of dirt and a corn seed sized hole was all that was left. Perfectly plucked right out of the ground. Next day I would plant it again, only to find that it would disappear the following day. I would shoot that bird if I could. But I got a problem with killing animals. Darn.

Dale Evans
4"H x 6"W
Mock up for Celebrity Gocco Print