tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62207805535331448332024-03-04T21:34:18.347-08:00Illustrated DogJudy Zieglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07162847261882507151noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220780553533144833.post-27158966368018062682013-07-02T12:36:00.000-07:002013-07-02T12:36:29.085-07:00Hamlet<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is Hamlet as a Great Dane or is it a Great Dane dressed as Hamlet or was Hamlet really a Great Dane to begin with? This was done for "The Shakespeare Alphabet Book" by Ehren Ziegler and<br />
Shannon Sneedse. Strangely this book isn't all dogs as you might expect from me. There is a Beagle<br />
posing as Romeo and of course Hamlet here but the rest are a variety of animals. I had so much fun<br />
illustrating this book. I'm hoping to do another one soon. <br />
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Take Care, JudyJudy Zieglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07162847261882507151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220780553533144833.post-31231791454031252632013-05-02T15:26:00.000-07:002013-05-02T15:26:47.297-07:00Boating Bassets<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hold on Freddie, my hat's gone overboard! Oh wait, there's a frog on it. Think he'll give it up?<br />
Hey Frog, that's my hat you're sitting on! Oh Freddie, he's so cute and it's such a beautiful day.<br />
I don't care, just keep rowing. Judy Zieglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07162847261882507151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220780553533144833.post-38781898148617433152013-04-23T16:13:00.000-07:002013-04-23T16:13:07.103-07:00Taming of The Shrew<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Listen here Mr. Petruchio, you're an idiot - a dog faced, no good, wimpy jerk!<br />
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Keep it up Katherine. Say what you will - I'll marry you no matter what comes out<br />
of your big Lab mouth.Judy Zieglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07162847261882507151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220780553533144833.post-43258438806968453232013-04-02T11:36:00.001-07:002013-04-02T11:36:20.640-07:00Hamlet and Ophelia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Oh, the things that can go wrong in a romance, so sad. They had their moments, but such a tragedy!<br />
What was Shakespeare thinking? They made such a cute couple.Judy Zieglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07162847261882507151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220780553533144833.post-6980737312953315802013-02-04T17:24:00.000-08:002013-02-04T17:29:08.503-08:00Scottish Deerhounds-Anne & William<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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How's the play coming, Will? Is it done yet? Romeo did WHAT? Are you kidding me - nobody's<br />
going to go see such a tragic play. Oh no, they're just kids. For crying out loud Will, give me that pen.Judy Zieglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07162847261882507151noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220780553533144833.post-55458324426787071052012-12-27T17:25:00.000-08:002012-12-27T17:25:04.330-08:00Salukis<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Oh yeah, just add a little more of that vile smelling stuff and a pinch of weird and I think we have it. A lovely little batch of fresh spells. Ummm, what a glorious aroma. We three should throw caution to the<br />
wind and Roll in it. What a wonderful thought, I'm so happy I'm a dog.Judy Zieglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07162847261882507151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220780553533144833.post-66399703328150737422012-12-16T13:36:00.001-08:002012-12-16T13:36:22.523-08:00Bichon Frise<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm a Snowdog; see how much I look like my snow buddy - I'm the one on the right. We're waiting for Christmas, for Peace & Goodwill and Joy and we're waiting for more snow!<br />
Merry Christmas!!Judy Zieglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07162847261882507151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220780553533144833.post-35061828895026138802012-11-27T12:33:00.000-08:002012-11-27T12:33:15.837-08:00Rat Terrier<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Is Santa coming? My stocking is hung; it's on the gate by the house so Santa won't miss it. I'm waiting. . . will it be tonight? How much longer? Will I get a ball, will he remember how much I want a bone? I was pretty good this year. There was a little incident but that was actually the cat's idea so I'm sure it won't count.<br />
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Hey, I think I hear sleigh bells . . . I think, I think, oh yes, I can smell Reindeer. Santa is on his way!<br />
<br />Judy Zieglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07162847261882507151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220780553533144833.post-22289700808282460432012-10-12T14:41:00.000-07:002012-10-12T14:41:54.183-07:00Christmas Bloodhound<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ummm, what's in the package? Smells good; is it cookies, Christmas cookies? Yummy! I can smell sugar cookies with red & green frosting. Let's get it opened, lets start celebrating Christmas.Judy Zieglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07162847261882507151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220780553533144833.post-43141174977639844812012-09-10T11:10:00.002-07:002012-09-10T11:10:38.698-07:00Bliss<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm a Happy dog. Sooo happy. I get to lay in the grass, smell the flowers and watch the clouds float by. I'm just going to stretch out, wag my tail a little and live in the moment! Sigh!!!<br />
<br />Judy Zieglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07162847261882507151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220780553533144833.post-53226407768632086642012-08-28T11:15:00.000-07:002012-08-28T11:15:26.349-07:00Scottish Terrier<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Scotties are high energy dogs who love chasing, barking and digging. They are confident with their own ideas about how things should be. They are loving little dogs and they are SO cute!Judy Zieglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07162847261882507151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220780553533144833.post-61119281369681420672012-08-16T17:19:00.000-07:002012-08-16T17:19:19.985-07:00Doberman Pinscher<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here I am in the middle of August, working on Christmas cards. We're having one of our infrequent three day heat waves here in NW Oregon so thinking about a cold, snowy day in December helps cool things off. I had a request from a customer in Sweden for a Doberman with uncut ears. I think they look really cool with their natural ears.Judy Zieglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07162847261882507151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220780553533144833.post-8695854661670343632012-06-03T16:35:00.000-07:002012-06-03T16:35:45.603-07:00Punky & Tootie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If dogs could give Valentine cards (or even wanted to) I would think this would be the kind they might choose. Of course, they could have an entirely different thought about this. But I can really see a Pembroke Welsh Corgi saying, "Hey, that's me. I look happy. I could tell my human roommate how I feel with this card." That would be a nice surprise. Or if you live with a Corgi you could be the sender. I think dogs do like Valentine cards.Judy Zieglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07162847261882507151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220780553533144833.post-29920798126490508622011-12-10T17:48:00.001-08:002011-12-10T18:01:36.285-08:00Bearded Collie<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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The Bearded Collie is Happy, Outgoing, Friendly, Playful and Drippy. Anyone who lives with a bearded dog knows exactly what that means-- it means - please wipe your face before you kiss me. But who cares if you wind up with the drippy face, you know you're loved!<br />
<br />Judy Zieglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07162847261882507151noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220780553533144833.post-21951402128556734892011-11-10T18:26:00.000-08:002011-11-10T18:37:01.866-08:00Pit Bull Terrier<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It's that time of year again - so busy doing Christmas cards I have neglected my blog. I'm not sure what my excuse has been for the rest of the time but all that matters is that I'm finally blogging. It feels good to blog again. So, here's my Pit Bull. I've only known one so I'm not exactly an expert. Her name was Soda Pop and she was the sweetest girl. She kept everything under control at the ranch where she lived and she did a darn good job.</span> <span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It wasn't all business with her though, she liked to kick up her heels and have a good time, just as much as any dog. </span>Judy Zieglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07162847261882507151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220780553533144833.post-29242568918126713342011-07-18T10:54:00.000-07:002011-07-18T11:02:57.531-07:00Spike Jr.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisy7Vwvy3uZ4Exz9JwdxJBMBZmzpOa5fLalkl_9NN_IoGPYDgLq0j4SoKCvp49yPQNFYih2aXyNq3DmqwltY-Tg1Tk1ktLsvF3pULttw5qEzvfkJQ6ZriP7fXr9fdzbi-KWjPrueJPT6U/s1600/Spike+Jr..JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisy7Vwvy3uZ4Exz9JwdxJBMBZmzpOa5fLalkl_9NN_IoGPYDgLq0j4SoKCvp49yPQNFYih2aXyNq3DmqwltY-Tg1Tk1ktLsvF3pULttw5qEzvfkJQ6ZriP7fXr9fdzbi-KWjPrueJPT6U/s400/Spike+Jr..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630752619922537762" /></a><br />This is Spike Jr. That's what the tag on his collar says. We don't know much about him other than he's a rescue from a Seaside yard sale. He's the perfect companion for Clementine. She can sniff him up and he never complains. He stays out of all her beds, never gets into her food and doesn't compete for our attention. She'd like it if he could go on walks with us but I draw the line there.Judy Zieglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07162847261882507151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220780553533144833.post-30125996091895373822011-06-26T16:45:00.000-07:002011-06-26T17:00:37.726-07:00Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMMSDuquhT8KvyJdbxU3kfhyP_dk_NpFf6WZGyvtOIJFMKYI4c2iznmr3g65Eb387H0_ujj0M2SQnTJQZRpHnGxurPdxG1-eKMFmecFhszShvWj5h72T3608aazAcBK-XaPeOZRUNorrU/s1600/schnauzer-nc-000-2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMMSDuquhT8KvyJdbxU3kfhyP_dk_NpFf6WZGyvtOIJFMKYI4c2iznmr3g65Eb387H0_ujj0M2SQnTJQZRpHnGxurPdxG1-eKMFmecFhszShvWj5h72T3608aazAcBK-XaPeOZRUNorrU/s400/schnauzer-nc-000-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622679239523612594" /></a><br />This one's for all lovers of Shakespeare AND Schnauzers. You know the story of Romeo and Juliet, well, this one has a different ending. Boy gets girl and they live happily ever after. At night they snuggle down into soft, cushy beds, dreaming about frolicking in the grass, chasing balls, burying bones and a never ending supply of dog treats. In the morning they race outside to frolic in the grass, chase balls, bury bones and snack on a never ending supply of dog treats. Life is good!Judy Zieglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07162847261882507151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220780553533144833.post-17394668289023016982011-05-15T16:42:00.000-07:002011-05-15T16:51:43.952-07:00Making New Friends in Astoria<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmxo787iAU4pLLaTSdMjpnjGMZAAfKvB138UlrvYDd-wgx6EpN03hj97xkIKLmy85PGpXjoUkVeM3r0u0qpvSzJq-jBGQuUM9SRPKwq7mHdJ2djKC8gnXU92rk-pSKQlmREwTVnMq9Fy8/s1600/Sparkey.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmxo787iAU4pLLaTSdMjpnjGMZAAfKvB138UlrvYDd-wgx6EpN03hj97xkIKLmy85PGpXjoUkVeM3r0u0qpvSzJq-jBGQuUM9SRPKwq7mHdJ2djKC8gnXU92rk-pSKQlmREwTVnMq9Fy8/s400/Sparkey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607092804476799618" /></a><br />Today we met a little dog named Skippy. Clementine about scared him off the bank into the river when she sniffed him from behind. But they decided right away that they each thought the other was pretty awesome. And Skippy thought touching noses was safer.Judy Zieglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07162847261882507151noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220780553533144833.post-16513741797080637862011-02-05T11:15:00.000-08:002011-02-05T11:23:01.318-08:00Poodles<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN3INj60CLt7TY64ZZO2wY5f0QelpSej22Aa78WbplHCNICST7QQ6AiGzVaEeJKrHPhfIY-RRSzNZQX01IR7n0MkpGb-SI55XsiEo377Tv9P2BLsxOvrD-AqPJXuVFnWQ6uzjOInHuMgg/s1600/poodle-nc2011.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN3INj60CLt7TY64ZZO2wY5f0QelpSej22Aa78WbplHCNICST7QQ6AiGzVaEeJKrHPhfIY-RRSzNZQX01IR7n0MkpGb-SI55XsiEo377Tv9P2BLsxOvrD-AqPJXuVFnWQ6uzjOInHuMgg/s400/poodle-nc2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570288138288177586" /></a><br />Poodles come pretty close to being the perfect dog - smart, cute, social and they come in three sizes - Toy, Miniature and Standard. However they do require a lot of maintenance on their curly coats.Judy Zieglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07162847261882507151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220780553533144833.post-54366259822096585062010-12-04T17:08:00.000-08:002010-12-04T17:17:41.020-08:00Christmas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFoeduiUV2nFF8Yb8DLwLOsHrCkTAWkhnsKUAwZRYBxwrcZ7qSNTY6SYTJtFz9D6cisdoPCsPZxh4C5mtadhVcFy0UHUK0RrAUYcMiRKCUPk1pI_UIM8gTC3XiIhxS9NHdnjpsWjBe9LU/s1600/Santa+%2526+Dog2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFoeduiUV2nFF8Yb8DLwLOsHrCkTAWkhnsKUAwZRYBxwrcZ7qSNTY6SYTJtFz9D6cisdoPCsPZxh4C5mtadhVcFy0UHUK0RrAUYcMiRKCUPk1pI_UIM8gTC3XiIhxS9NHdnjpsWjBe9LU/s400/Santa+%2526+Dog2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546999093089900082" /></a><br /><br />This is a Mixed breed. I'm not sure if it's politically correct now to call them Mutts.<br />So for the integrity of the dog I certainly won't be doing that. Anyway, I just wanted to wish you and all your dogs (what ever the breed) a Merry Christmas!!Judy Zieglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07162847261882507151noreply@blogger.com2