Saturday, October 25, 2014
There are plenty of mornings when I don't feel like walking my dog. I'm usually feeling sleepy or thinking about work, or worrying about a host of things that seem more important than letting the dog go outside to relieve herself.
Once we get out the door though, and especially once we get outside the confines of our village, where I can slip off her leash and let her run - then I never fail to be grateful for something that forces me outside into the morning a little earlier than I would be otherwise. Watching her run makes me happy.
That's what this painting is about.