I have a dog. I have a dog chosen by my daughter and my husband. I have a dog whose ear-piercing bark welcomes any passerby. Today I painted that dog. More specifically, I painted a portrait of the dog. I spent three hours breaking the dog down to sections of grey and brown and black. I mixed and dabbed, smeared and blended. I attempted to capture the twinkle in his eye and the softness of his fur. I love a dog.