In the Kitchen.
Often called the most important room in the house. So let's take a look from the dog point of view.
In the picture to the left you see me standing by the frig. Our frig is a source of real joy. Like others it keeps foods cool or frozen. Creates ice. Hides my [so-called] treats.
BIG DIFFERENCE: Ours Sings. And gurgles. And makes such wonderful sounds all day & all night long. It sings low short notes. And high protracted tones. Up & down the octaves, our frig creates both the melifluous and the cacaphony of textured music. I love it.
It's also a graphics display space.
The dead white background sets off almost any visual.
See if you can locate in the picture to the left: the ruby slippers, Mama [hint: a Warhole effect], and a picture of my bud, Mary Catherine. BTW, that's Papa.
Our kitchen is pitifully small. Perhaps most abberational, there's only one drawer & it's an unconventional size. Mama, cheerfully making the best of things, bought this storage table/cutting board on wheels. The top shelf holds various pots & pans. The bottom is a Mercury Dedicated Spot.
Finally, here's a broader & longer shot of the kitchen. Featured is the top of the island [see view above] proferring my late afternoon cocktail. The wonderful magical frig. Note the walls of Miami green & the flamingo and palm trees special lighting. Although it's beautiful day or night serving as music hall, gallery space & food preparation area, the kitchen is not the most important room in my house. Bottom line: ask yourself not where is food prepared but where is food served?
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