And it isn't even Ash Wednesday!
My dogs are so patient with Mom. You never know what she might put on them next.
Last night I reached over to remove a crumb from Mom's shirt, and gave us both the static shock of our lives. I jumped and let out a little squeal, (it hurt!) and she look at me accusingly and asked,"What did you do that for?" All I could do was apologize and say it was an accident. I didn't even try to explain the whole static electricity thing.
I'm not sure about the art label here, but she decorated the dog with a vaguely heart shaped paper, so I'm including it.