When I grow up maybe I will be big and noble like this hound.
This is Buddy. His Dad was reading a book about Dostoyevsky.
I do not know who that is.
This is me standing outside an art gallery on 24th Street.
Mum thought the art would make a good back drop for me.
Look at me reflected in the left hand panel.
I had had enough art for one day.
Maybe I can get a job like this dog so I can buy stuff.
I could buy presents for Darcy and Gabriela.
They are girl dogs I know who live round here.
