The last month I just keep drawing dogs and more dogs.



Maybe it has something to do with our recently adopted friend Tobik. Tobik is so black, that when he moves in the middle of the night, it seems like a darkness itself is moving. And since I have black sofas, every time somebody else sits on Tobik by mistake and then we jump on, scared by his insulted shriek.



I didn’t plan to adopt a dog, but he was crying in the middle of the night near our house and I couldn’t sleep. I found him a good people who wanted to take him, but my daughter Michelle sworn, that she will take a good care of him and clean after him. Interesting, that I believed that, even though I had a dog when I was a child and I also promised my mom I’d take care of him, so I knew how would it be for real.

So here we are, me and Tobik, him sleeping near me and in between his sleep ruining the house and my shoes in particular, and me, drawing more and more dogs…