Bebop came home no wiser but much more valuable on Friday. He's on two different kinds of human sized antibiotics and is up to his old tricks again. No one knows what he had except our bank account. I'd done this as a sketch originally for Illustration Friday: portrait and never got around to painting it--partly because the dingus was getting himself into emergency vet worthy scrapes and I was too scared to try painting him clouded as I was in worry that he was not going to get better.

But he's better! And if I wake up and Bebop is sleeping next to me and I say good morning and pet him a large black shadow with a wet nose passes between Bebop and me and tries to sit on Bebop so all I can see is said large black shadow. This from an animal that receives 98% of my attention.

Stinker