It’s a dogs life to wait what seems like forever to them, to be fed, to be let outside, to be let in. I have a dog that waits in my studio, sleeping with one eye open just in case there might be some action. He sees my backside as I stand in front of the easel intent on mixing colors or getting a shape just right. He suffers through the country music I occasionally play and waits some more. But when he sees me wipe my hands and untie my apron he knows it’s finally playtime. With a jump and a wild wiggle Rocky expresses complete ecstasy, dancing around the studio. We’re finally going out to play ball. We both live for this moment.
It’s a dogs life to wait what seems like forever to them, to be fed, to be let outside, to be let in. I have a dog that waits in my studio, sleeping with one eye open just in case there might be some action. He sees my backside as I stand in front of the easel intent on mixing colors or getting a shape just right. He suffers through the country music I occasionally play and waits some more. But when he sees me wipe my hands and untie my apron he knows it’s finally playtime. With a jump and a wild wiggle Rocky expresses complete ecstasy, dancing around the studio. We’re finally going out to play ball. We both live for this moment.