Day 326 : The Wrong end of the Weekend

Flint with Bone (Graphite)

Flint with Bone (Graphite)

It’s Sunday evening… I expect no-one very much is looking forward to Monday… Here’s an extremely rough sketch of our pooch, Flint, who basically doesn’t understand weekends for what they represent…. except that he’s slightly less lonely at the weekend as we’re both around much more.

When we went out this afternoon to a charity fundraiser, raising money for breast cancer, he just knew that he had a juicy fresh beef rib bone to keep him company for the next few hours. When we got back he was pleased to see us, and even more impressed that we came in with a Pork Knuckle, courtesy of his best friend at the German Club. I can’t believe he has any teeth left, surely they’re wearing down at a rate of knots!