The Return of Waldorff

There is something about this dignified Airedale, that in no way reminds me of the goofball dogs that my aunt had. Max, Woody, and Jameson were terriers through and through--stubborn, energetic, rambunctious, and (worse!) diggers. But she adored them all.

I'm pleased to report that I have completed page two. The colors in the leaves on these flowers are so strange, but I just go along for the ride. We wouldn't want to detract from the main feature!

Thank you for your kind words on how this rotation is working for me. I am pleased that a thing (or two) will get done this year! Three days seems to be enough time to make a difference and not too much time that I get bored. Which is my wont.

Onward!