The day before yesterday I took my sketch-book with me and went to go out just before the sun started to go down. I sat on the grass and tried REALLY HARD to find something inspiring. The sun was shining gently, and the wood around me whispered all kinds of "wild noices". I still couldn't find my lost inspiration, so I decided to go down on the grass and take a few deeep breath.
At the same second when I opened my eyes - laying on the green - my dear, little dog - Dinka - ran trought the garden and came to lip my face. My other dog, Roosa, was searching some dinner from the cranberrybush.
My two models decided to go hunting (for squirrels or rabbits) before I had drawn a single clear line. Later, when they came back, I noticed that I hadn't drawn enought "hair" and... well, I have always had this problem with smiling dogs.
Mirva
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