Dig Deeper.
It was my Frenchie named Tru.
I thot it was a wombat in previous paintings and then the last two watercolors undeniably had French bull dogs. Tru, my Frenchie found me.
tho, no. Dig deeper. Tru is not my dog.
I used to crave a French bull dog even amidst the love of my life Boston terrier, Rosie (1999-2010). And when she passed I gave up wishing for a Frenchie. I went a whole ‘nother direction with Frida (Icelandic sheepdog extrodinaire) and ZurE, the tiny “mini” of the litter. She had been named Mini and prior all year before I had been naming many things, Mini. Even my new tractor and car.
I had also been painting small black dogs for ten years. She came all black with a pig curly tail and a Boston terrier mixed in.
So, I revisited the idea of my very own Frenchie and drove in a snowstorm early this Sunday morning. He is a sweet dog. He also has a very large hematoma covering one ear. (cost 200-2000$). This would be on top of adoption fee which no one has told me, and I haven’t asked – somewhere between 565-765$ I am guessing.
so, ok. keep painting, keep dreaming, set up my squirrel feeding station, make needle felt balls for my cat, Cho.
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