A picture of me and Ewa and Bandit at our friend Chris's house last night. This picture was taken after four joints, six beers, and some Iranian food. We all watched the dog chew the ball and we all wished we had the teeth to chew a ball like this dog. I could hear the dog chewing the ball for at least 8 hours after he finished chewing the ball. It was a very good Sunday night.
Labels: artist's dogs, British outsider art, chewing balls, chris gutkind, dog balls, dogs and writers, ewa, literary salons in London, literary saloons, writer's dogs
