September 9, 2008

White Dog sat on the bed watching as I began defining the forest floor on my canvas. As I choose and applied color to represent fallen leaves. White Dog left me and returned carrying a yellow leaf that selected from the yard. I thanked her for her input and she settled back on the pillows. A short time later and another trip outdoors found White Dog standing before me with a twig in her mouth. I truly appreciate White Dog's help and her excellent eye but I wonder how much influence can she have before I must give her credit as my collaborator?