Terrier

$95|  8" X 7"  |  Acrylic on Board

Being the only Wheaton Terrier on the farm has been a demoralizing challenge. For whatever reason they treat me as if I'm some common barnyard critter—some ungulate good for only milk, meat, and manure. If they could understand the bloodline, the heritage, the tradition, they would no doubt move me into the house. There, sitting on my goose down doggy bed, I would reign supreme. I could carry on with dignity the Terrier traditions. I'd have my own leather collar and matching leash. I'd patrol the lawn for renegade cats. I'd learn to roll over. I'd sucker the children into scratching my belly on Sundays. To purchase goat paintings email Brad Bunkers