White Dog sat beside me, as always supportive and encouraging, as I opened tubes of paint and chose a brush. For the first time since before I went into the hospital I was able and aching--both physically and mentally--to paint! I sat staring at the canvas, begun nearly two months ago and felt a cold nose nudge me...""Just do it!" White Dog's eyes said. "Don't think; paint!" And so I took a deep breath and sent a splash of raw sienna flowing across the field. As an artist, I am back!