There have been times in this piece that I have had to pet the dog with one hand while drawing with the other, holding a pencil in my mouth. Because we all know whose boss around here, lol. Yup, this is my beast. Finishing up that hiking boot tomorrow. He spends large portions of his day with one shoe or another in his mouth. We all spend large portions of our days looking perplexed while muttering, "Where's my shoe? Damn dog". It's kinda like a family motto now. Or an anthem. Naming this piece Thief of Love.
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