Poor, poor baby, that is an artist’s dog for sure.
I look at him and see whispy clouds in the sky, the fan of a peacocks tail, the plume of an eagle feather and so much more.
He is what God made at the end of a very tired day, of many projects, you know the one that gets made after “I hate to throw it out, what can I make of what is left over from the others?”
Thank you for posting the photo, for he does need to be seen and to realize what is out there, waiting for us to be found and loved.....