Sitting in the shop

I got up too early today because of the time change and I'm sitting in my little grooming shop. While I'm here, when it's not busy, I can do my computer work, or paint or work on the things I sell. Then I started thinking about that. How many different things I do. I opened the shop so I could have a rest—hang out with dogs and have a day job. Something odd about opening a shop to get a rest. When I go home I'm done. I can even leave all my projects here. Not the painting though; I like to paint by the fire at night. Plus—do I really need dog hair texture in my paintings?

All I have to do for my shop is show up and try to outsmart dogs. They're so sweet. Some of them are trusting and happy. Some of them are scared and need a hug and reassurance. Even the growly biting ones have a soft spot and will love you if you find it.