White Dog sat with me as I put the cap back on the last tube of paint. We leaned back and gave the canvas one last critical eyeballing. "Yep," she said, "Brushes down. This one is complete!" With that I finished the painting started seemingly so long ago before I went into the hospital! It felt good. White Dog got treats and belly rubs. We celebrated that I was back! "What's next?" my white furry taskmaster queried.