In 1969 my dad found and rescued a puppy of undetermined breed.
He grew and grew,
and grew some more. We found out we had
a Scottish Deer Hound. My brother named
him Thunderbolt. He was huge but very
gentle, letting our cat ride on his back.
It was fun to paint these deer hounds.
It's so cold and bare here. No snow yet. We're in hibernation mode.
Wearing lots of layers and doing inside stuff.
Underground spring bulbs are dreaming.
Hope you are warm!
