|He's all, "Adventure! Freedom!"|
I walked in, and one of the guys said, "What can I do for you?"
|Me and the artist|
"I want a tattoo of my dog's paw print. He's in the car. How do we do this?"
He took out a stamp pad. The boy and I looked at the stamp pad and laughed. "He's a little bigger than that."
After shooting ideas back and forth, we determined Baxter would be brought in. With a gloved hand, the artist lifted Bax's paw, rubbed the disassembled pad all over his paw, then placed it on a piece of paper. The entire time, Baxter's tail was wagging.
The artist outlined the paw, sought my approval, and began work. I may have crushed the boy's hand (I forgot how much these things hurt).
In the end, I love the end result:
|Even his paw print is adorable!|
We finished out the day meeting people who are trying to change the world (and are fully prepared to go to jail for their cause, count me in!), then at the mall, with my good friend, Liz for dinner, and my partner and crime for celebration and pool. (The boy and I won both times).
|A wonderful end to a wonderful day|