On my walk with Briar the other day, i found some beautiful California poppies in a parking lot.
I picked one, and when we got back, i put it in a little tiny vase with some water, because i planned on drawing it later. Then i made myself lunch, which pissed off Prince Hanzo the Four-Legged Center of the Known Universe, who stomped his feet and complained that he hadn’t had his walk yet and why did she get to go first (in dog language, which sounds like a drunk Wookie angrily singing church hymns).
Then i heard him making some gulping, snarfling noises. And i turned around and found this:
So since i apparently don’t have a flower to draw any more, here’s what i drew instead:
