Here I am again...and with another little watercolor to show. I'm practicing how to do faces. At this rate...I might never get to hands or bodies...but that's OK...I can leave that part to the imagination of the viewer. In fact...maybe if I fill the painting with lots of pattern and color....just maybe...no one will notice. Anyway...I kind of like the way this little painting turned out. She looks a little wistful and a little sad...but at least her eyes, nose and mouth seem to be in pretty much the right place on her head. That's no small victory.

Our poor little Pooper Dog still seems a little under the weather...I'm wondering if maybe she's had a little stroke. She's eating well, drinking her water, and going outside to do all of the things that dogs are supposed to do when they're outside (unless, of course, they've already done it inside). Pooper just doesn't seem to want to move. Acts as if even the smallest footstool is much to high for her...and when she sits (waiting for someone to come along, pick her up, and place her in her favorite chair) she sits like an Eeore....head lowered, back hunched, and tail tucked in like she's carrying the sadness of the world on her shoulders. Makes me sad just thinking about it. She doesn't seem in pain...she just seems faded somehow. We're taking her to the Vet tomorrow...maybe he can figure it all out. We're giving her lots of love and tummy rubs and hope that whatever is ailing her gets all better soon.