Almost annually I am asked to post more pictures of my famous puggy assistants, so I am yielding to these incessant requests. You can see why I would be hesitant to share photos of such harsh working conditions. Usually at some point in their shift, one or more of my studio assistants will abandon the plush comfy-ness of their pug-urpedic lounger-beds to reposition themselves strategically in front of the easel. This ensures that I must step over them to dabble some paint on the canvas. Best of all, every piece of art that leaves the studio has a secret ingredient - just a little pug hair in the paint at absolutely no extra charge.
