The Dogs

My parents’ dogs both died this summer, within days of each other.  They were basically the family mascots, and the center of much discussion.  I keep trying to draw them, to come up with some kind of goofy cartoon memorial that can represent how sweet (in the case of one dog) and satanic (in the case of the other) they were.

But it turns out drawing animals doesn’t come easily for me.  I’m okay with people, and okay with a number of man-made objects.  But dogs are tough.  So far I’ve just got this weird pink pattern.