The story about Louise and Nin all started in my head when I was walking my darling dogs. It was a good day, and I was thinking that life was pretty darn great, when one of them accidentally pooped on the other (a more detailed description of how the heck that can even happen can be found in 47 Sweet Street). I mostly laughed about it /and hosed them down with our garden hose/ but it got me thinking… What if life didn’t feel all that great? Would you still laugh about something as ridiculous as that? Or would that be the breaking point?
I did the drawing above to put on the cover of the book, but below are the real “Dane” and “Swede” – our wonderful flatcoated retriever brothers, Denver and Jackson.