Brutus won't say. All he wants is Kibbles and Bits, long walks with lots of time to sniff, people to throw him a Frisbee every now and then, some rough and tumble rolls on the floor and lots of belly rubs. In return he'll listen to you rant and rave your painting went well, your painting went poorly, you didn't sell a damn thing, you sold everything and have nothing to show next week, will that woman ever give up hocking meir to chinic, (a Yiddesh phrase, roughly spelled out, my mom used when I pestered), about those wind chimes? Brutus is an expert listener. He makes people's eyes light up when he lopes into the room. He's total love on four paws.
I spent the evening with him last night. The horse went so well, I thought I give a dog a try. This is my "hello" sketch of my son's new two year old, Chesapeake Bay Terrier/Pit Bull, a lucky find at the pound for both.