It’s quiet this morning on Tamberrino Island. My husband is at work, my daughter is still in bed, and all three of my Boston Terriers are curled up on the couch. Sundae, my youngest dog, snores like a freight train and yaps in her sleep. Her eyes, nose, and feet twitch as she taunts some imaginary playmate in her dreams. Lucy, our rescue, still sleeps with one eye open. Champ, my senior, sleeps quietly, soundly. Still, I’m sure he dreams. I often wonder if he dreams about his old pack mate, Rainey. And I wonder if he misses her, like I do.
“Missing Rainey”–Graphite and Colored Pencil on Arches Cover