The speed of sound.
Frannie is a year old now and in the middle of being a beautiful terror in our lives.
But when she runs, she flies. If she had wings, I don’t think we’d see her again. Once this lockdown is over, we are going to walk for miles on long sandy beaches. Until then it’s apologies to the *seagulls in the park.
*No seagulls were harmed. She just enjoys the chase, if it was a crisp packet it would be equally fun.
Posted on February 16, 2021, in Uncategorized and tagged covid diary, Dogs, Drawing, Illustration, Life, pandemic diary, pandemic life, rescue dogs, Sketchbook, streetdogs. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.