The Painted Dog

     For some time now, I have spoken of my trusty miniature weinerdoggie, Holly.  She lives in her own little world and is friend to no man, unless they have food. Holly travels with me in Sally Forth and has her own doggie carrier parked in the passenger seat so she can snooze or sniff the world from a higher vantage point.
     Recently, while I was painting outdoors at Old Paths Assembly, Holly focused her concentration on watching me paint.  She also, found time to chase a chicken or turkey or goose or jackrabbit or some passerby.  After a short run (for she has very short legs), she returned to my side.  The normal pattern of things, however, was not so convenient while I was painting with the oil-based and cement paints.

Stunt Doxie poo-roll reinactment.  Do not try this at home.

     Each time Holly returned to me, she seemed to brush up against the painting surface and end up with some paint on her fur.  By the end of a couple of weeks, she had smudges of several colors on her back and rump.  The acrylic, I could scrub off.  The oil paint came off in her usual course of baths and daily life but the cement paint held fast for nearly a month. 
     On our last visit to O.P.A. and while painting the monkey bars, and continuing to try to UN-paint Holly...  She took her freshly clean little self and rolled in some goose poo.  Sometimes there are risks of being an artist's dog.  Constant dog baths are one of those hazards.
     Or, maybe it was turkey poo.