Sunday, January 19, 2014
Art Critic or Muse?
Here I am quite comfortable under Mom's art table - of coarse with me snoozing here she couldn't do any work on the painting she had started. I told her I was being her muse - her inspiration - channeling my inner sheltie into the sheltie painting she was working on. Oddly enough the painting is of a doggie named Riley who crossed over the rainbow bridge recently and "I" Reilly am here snoozervising over it.
Of coarse I could be just telling Mom - hey pay some attention to me instead of that thing above me.
What do you think?