Dog Head, which I finished at about 3:00 am before going to sleep. (Five hours later I was woken up by a telemarketing phone call). Dog Head is not a drawing of my dog. I wish I could have a dog but my landlord won’t allow dogs in the building. Rusty was my dog and was able to live here because he was grandfathered in. That is an odd expression.
Oh no. I’ve used up all of my scratchboard. I wish I could draw all day long (and get paid for it).