Project 100: Day Seven
My dog seems finely attuned to the fact that I am now working on a deadline in the mornings. Generally (23.8 hours of the day) he is like this:
Until my Project 100 deadline looms, and he turns into this:
This morning he decided to raid my painting cart, and periodically scampered away with a brush, a canvas, sandpaper, and a container of black acrylic paint. He then rolled and scattered a stack of sketches, chewed a photo, gave my boot a good nibble, and somehow managed to smear his rear end with yellow oil paint.
This morning's status: frazzled.