That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for September 20, 2024

“Hold her still – I need some brown paint”

/// Johann’s wife (who’s surprisingly hot),

is shown dandling their one-year-old tot.

She admires her man’s art,

while their dog, for its part,

seems ashamed, or afraid he’ll be caught.

I think baby Jonah might be too young to understand the instruction to ‘paint the dog’

“This is the spot where the timeshare is that I had just bought, I was told we can opt out whenever we want.”

“It’s OK Spunky, they will feed us as soon as mother gets done telling Pa how beautiful his latest paint-by-numbers picture is.”

How many times do I have to tell you to feed the dog first before junior?

“When I hired you as a landscaper, I thought you were doing the yard.”

Something only the rich could enjoy.. hand painted cartoon panels

Something only the rich could enjoy.. hand painted cartoon panels

Don’t sit so close to the painting, you’ll ruin your eyes.

“That’s nice, dear, but that painting is the only place where you’re having six kids.”

I know it our anniversary, but I didn’t ask for a paint by numbers painting or a rescue dog.

When your name ends in “eff-tee-ell “/

Nobody pronounces it well./

But you’re one lucky beggar:/

Cause it’s not “Schwarzenegger” -/

At least it’s easy to spell…

“Dear, I don’t know if it was the baby or the dog that licked parts of my painting. But it now has a very effective ‘Sfumato’ effect that has enhanced it immensely!”

Grab that chicken bone before the dog gets it.

“I don’t know, Dear. I kinda like where we’re living now. What else does the realtor have?”

Sweetheart you must keep the baby away from my painting until it dries…..

“Oh how I wish that traveling tinker would make a return visit … it’s been a year and nine months since he …mended my pot….”

No, let’s move the veranda over to the other side.

“I know you tried, dear. I will do the painting from now on.” “What? You did the kitchen and it looks like Johnny here did it!”

“I thought this was supposed to be a portrait of me, our child and the dog. I’ve been sitting here for weeks for this?”

The Painter’s Family in His Studio: 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

"Category:Paintings of people with dogs" Wikimedia 

(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, and Brave search engines) in the browser address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and choose the first Category: found, and once there find the text string Malers, and click its link for info and links that point to more info about this roughly jumbo envelope size, oil on panel painting. 

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (Ctrl- or right-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #3377 (September 17, 2024) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment, and using the dropdown menu (even larger, if you trim what’s after .png from the URL). I have added a comment there pointing to info about this artist I used to point to here. So far, only work by him used here.

“Is that my father’s face you put on the mule? It’s on the wrong end.”

giving birth to a clothed infant wasn’t as hard as she says hello to dad. (dog)

Be they Visigoths, Gepids, or Vandals/

If you force them to goose step in sandals/

A real marching band/

From the old Fatherland/

Will find goose stepping too hard to handle..

Unveiling the storyboard for the last scene of Frankenstein (1931)

“If a picture paints a thousand words, then why can’t I paint you?”

“Honey, I am SO tired of real estate ads. Can we just stop looking for today and start again tomorrow, please?”

The poor doggie’s dreams came to naught/

Was cruelly denied him:/

Perspective defied him:/

Its mysteries he could not be taught.

Poor old dog looks like he’s starving.

The poor canine needs to be fed/

But he’s licking the palette instead:/

He attempted to chew/

On the bright Prussian blue/

But settled for Chinese red..

There are numerous other hues/

That a paint-licking doggie could choose/

Burnt umber is nice/

But it comes at a price/

(The painter inflicted a bruise)..

The life of a dog is the pits:/

It’s begging for fragments and bits:/

But there’s this consolation-/

In a civilized nation:/

Someone else picks up after he sh….

We are all forced to stand (or sit) in the corner, until we apologize for what we’ve done.