I've become friends with the mother of a high school buddy, and any time I'm in town, I try to make sure I go over there to get mauled by her house full of boxers. At one time there were six (!!) between the mom and daughter. It was heaven. Slobbery, snorty heaven.

Anyway.

She sewed a beautiful baby quilt for me (well, for my kid), and to reciprocate, I painted her this teeny tiny portrait of a white boxer, since her two remaining boxers are white.

Tiny paintings are such fun!