We found this perfect pinecone on our walk with the dog yesterday. We carried it home so I could draw it and I put it outside in case it had bugs. It must have blown off the patio table because I go outside and to my horror, the dog is playing with it in the backyard. She is rolling on it, biting it, frolicking with it…. by offering a trade, I was able to get it back from her. It’s no longer perfect, but now it has a story.
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