Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Just this morning I had to deal with a tangled harness, a runaway pug, dirt getting kicked on me in a particularly enthusiastic post-poop kick, and a poop bag flying out of my hands when I tried to open it. My sister used to think I exaggerated in my drawings but when she visited me over the holidays she realized that everything I draw is truth! (For the most part.) She especially gets a kick out of my "pulled apart" pose, which she refers to as my crucifixion pose.