With as many pups (and various other pets) that I’ve been painting lately, there sure has been a lack of shout outs in our corner. And while we (read: I ) could literally squeeze the bejeesus out of each pet we’ve “met” over the last few months, I chose to share Max. But only because Max was mine.
Our family pooch passed away earlier this year, but I was able to snag some old photos (thank you, Facebook) to document his sweet mug – a holiday gift to my parents. He loved hockey by default (go, Pens!), his big backyard, and even those (gross!) bones that smelled of cooked meat. Funny that last one qualifies as a trait, but man, it was true. Miss him.