I painted another dog blue. 
What, you say? You can’t see the blue? Let’s get closer:
Man this little guy is fast. I thought he was outside! I swear the paint jar was open for no more than a minute, up on the kitchen counter. I still don’t have any idea how he got himself all punked up.
I do know that he’s feeling pretty proud of himself for defeating all attempts to play the wet towel game.
Ironically, the paint was open because I was testing a screen I made from a picture of him — so I have two blue, wet dogs drying in my kitchen!
