My family is full of dog lovers. We have seven dogs in our extended family alone, and we're always surrounded by furry friends. One afternoon, I was sitting at the table before dinner when I felt a paw on my lap. Then a fuzzy chin. Then another paw. And then, the table shook as a large, scruffy black dog jumped up on me.
The dog's name is Tarot, and he's not exactly small. As I laughed, I thought of the words of Rudyard Kipling: "You give your heart to a dog, to tear” as we had recently lost our wee dog.
Tarot has certainly torn his way into my heart. He's a naughty, cheeky dog, but he's also the sweetest, most loving creature. And now, he seems to enjoy bombing my paintings.
On birchwood panel, a 2cm thick timber edge showing.
Ready to hang unframed or have it framed with the click of a button.