My poor dog.
I'm fairly certain I've met a muse or something recently. Or maybe it's just finally hitting me that I'm $70K in debt for going to art school and it's a damn shame for me not to do it.
But I have been Photoshopping furiously for about five hours and my dog Knox, who I refer to as "Ever Faithful Studio Dog," has just whined pitifully at my feet.
I think it's time to go run in circles on the front lawn with him.