... finished the furry feet which attracted sand spurs when running on the dunes near the beach. She often groomed her feet after a long run around Kennesaw Battlefield, or after digging for chipmunks buried deep beneath vines of ivy bordering our driveway. She was part Border Collie, easily trained, preferring to run long distances but never beyond range of my voice to return upon my command. Take her to a farm and she would try to drive livestock into a group. Take her to the vet and she watched how the examination door opened, then often tried to escape. Fun memories.
Finished the drawing for Thanksgiving. Have a happy one, everyone! Here's wishing happy memories for you and your families.