a small white dog

dearest all,
it is possible that i am becoming addled due to my relative isolation as of late; my only companion is a little white dog. i wish she knew how to play dead, but without a shovel, that is not the sort of thing that i know how to teach. but, being the only living thing that i have spoken with in three years, i thought it might be appropriate that i did a portrait of sorts for illustration friday. i fear that my brain is broken.
illustration friday: ferocious
oh well. it was bound to happen. until next time, be well, all.
with warmest regards,
eric

1 comment:

  1. This creature bears an uncanny resemblance to our sweet little dog, Ro. She, too, is missing one of her front teeth, lost in a tragic fall from the back stoop.

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