Canine Art.

Thursday seems to have become something of a 'creative day' for Frank and I lately (when I'm not working, that is.)
Three weeks ago we tried out a doggy paint kit which modern people would describe as an "epic fail." Last week I cut his hair for only the second time ever, which was surprisingly successful, and today we did plaster. It was in my hair, on the floor, on the door, in the sink, on the bench, in the grass and of course on the dog by the time we finished. It was a bit tricky because you have to mix it just right- if you stick his paws in it too soon you get a gluggy mess, and if you wait too long the plaster just cracks- but we got one masterpiece out of it. Sort of. I will treasure it like mothers of four year old humans treasure finger paintings :)
I know I'm an obsessed dog owner here, but if I didn't love my dog as much as any human, how could I devote my life to studying and working with them? It took me 23 years to get my first dog, and I always said that when I did, I'd do EVERYTHING with him- so I do. :) And that's today's mess. :)
On a happy note, it's finally Spring. On a less happy one, I think I might be getting the flu that's been making its way through my family for several weeks. I had avoided it this long and was hoping to stay clear of it, but we'll see- I'm determined not to get sick!