I didn’t have a dog until I was into my 40s. I was allergic to them and my adoptive father didn’t want one.
My little pup usually sits right by my side when I’m painting, so it’s no wonder she has managed to find her way into my art recently.
As I write this, we have another wintery day in the midst of this Spring. More snow that won’t stay but will make everything cold and icy again… more freezing winds… more reminders that Winter is a bully and her shyer, timid sister Spring cannot seem to break out and take over like she should. […]
My dog (and writing partner) loves the sun. We have a lot of sunny spots in our office, and she seeks them out, moving to fit the sun’s rays at different spots during the day.