The Magic, Miracles and Joy of an Artist
Thursday, November 13, 2014
October, 1951 ~ I don't remember this dog but Mom said he was my dad's hunting dog. I don't even know what his name was, but he must have been friendly. After all, he let me sit on his roof ~ I guess that's just something 3-1/2 year olds do.
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