Brantley Phillips lives in Alaska. Here's an earlier post, on some of Brantley's aircraft drawings, in which you can find out more about him. "He's a stud, just take our word for it...(Jean, don't you dare post that on your blog!)" Okay, Brantley, I promise I won't post -- What was it you didn't want me to post?
As you can see, Brantley's dog, Adak, is not a homebody. Brantley loves his dog (and obviously Adak thinks of enough of Brantley to willingly tow him across a frozen lake), and he loved drawing his friends' dogs shown in these pictures. Brantley adds:
"That day on the frozen lake was literally one in a million. The lake (Portage Lake) is huge, about 5 miles long and 2 miles wide, and because of perfect temps and (lack of) precipitation, it had frozen perfectly and had the surface of a wet-mopped ice rink. Carrie was going to skate, I was going to use the kicksled (basically dog mushing without the dog), and Adak was going to trot along beside us in his little ice booties to our intended destination, Portage Glacier on the other side of the shore . . . but 5 minutes into it my feet were freezing and I didn't think I would make it. Carrie, however, had recently taught Adak how to pull a sled and he loved it (Rottweilers are traditionally working dogs; they are at their happiest when they have a job to do, like pull, herd, carry packs, whatever) so she suggested we hook him up and let him pull me on the sled. I had never done this with him before but was certainly willing to give it a try . . . He was so excited as we readied his harness . . . He kept looking back at me with this child-like anticipation . . . When he was secure I yelled out "Hike!" and he took off, ripping me across this gorgeous landscape, and all I had to do was steer the sled and enjoy the ride as this surreal scenery went whizzing by . . . That day was amazing . . . We got to the glacier and people were playing hockey, setting up tents . . . it looked like an Antarctic block party. When we started back Adak kept running up to me and looking at the sled, he wanted so bad to "play sled" again . . . so, of course, I hooked him back up and I don't even think I got to yell out the "go" command this time . . . he just saw me step on the sled and zip! Here we go again! He was such a blessing to me that day . . . and he was actually disappointed when we got back to the car and made him get in for the ride home. From that day forward I had a new-found respect for my dog...."
"I do love animals, by the way. How can you not? As we speak I have our cat, Chess, sitting in my lap, purring . . . or snoring . . . I'm not sure which . . . :) I'm not an animal activist or anything, but I just can't help seeing an animal in the wild, or meeting someone's beloved pet, and not feeling a respect and appreciation for them . . . long live the furry creatures of this world . . . ."
It's so easy writing about Brantley and his artwork, as I hardly have to write a thing - His pictures speak for themselves! Also, Brantley speaks very well for himself. His pictures, though, have not been seen on a blog or website before and I'm proud that they're first being shown here.