ugh ugh ugh. I'm committing art again. Or something. I don't even know yet if Spike is even a viable candidate for surgery, but I already know I can't afford it. My mother and sisters have all expressed themselves willing to help but it's still liable to be more than we can raise between us.
Also, I spoke to the vet's and they're not willing to accept bits of my bill being paid by third parties (no, I don't know why and I was too shredded to ask by this point). This being so, I'm not willing to just ask people to send me money for it, because I've got no way of proving I'm not just scamming everyone with a fake sick dog story.
I know you don't believe I would do that; as it happens you're right. But that's not the point.
...anyway, my sisters talked me into this when I was over there on Sunday. Personally I'd rather sell a kidney without an anaesthetic, but I'm fairly sure my age and medical history rule that out, so I'm giving this a whirl.
I'm thinking I might attempt dog portraits; it's possible I can do those acceptably enough for people who are crazy about their dogs and feel sorry for mine. Under the cut are two quickie attempts I did yesterday. Don't mistake them for any manner of finished thing, they're literally five-minute jobs that happened spontaneously after someone in the Khimeros chatroom posted pics of her doxie puppy and someone else retaliated with a pit bull mix.
The third is also unfinished; it's something that happened after I needed to step away from the Internet for a bit this afternoon and remembered to take my shiny box of unopened acrylic paints with me. Gods help me, this shit's insidious.
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