Happy Dog!

Who knew what would happen when we agreed to foster an ancient mini Aussie. I assumed he'd be with us until he was fully vetted, beautified and adopted. Love has a way of wiggling brown eyes and and pointy ears into hearts and I fell in love with the old dog. His vision is diminished as is his hearing, his coat is thick an fluffy and his toenails click on the floors. I love this old man of a dog, who knows what he has seen and heard in his many years but I know something he loves to hear, "I love you." I say it often. I kiss his furry brown head right between his big ears and that is how we roll these days. Rusty is no long available for adoption because I adopted him.

Happy Dog, 5x7 inches, pastel on paper.