Rejoice in the Dog
Praise Be To Dog. Woof.
Praise Be To Dog. Woof.
There is a command in the old texts that has always been aimed at the wrong thing. Four words. Exact. Ancient. Unconditional.
Rejoice in the Dog.
This series is a Dog and a girl, hands and paws clasped, spinning together in pure abandon. Both heads thrown back. Everything flying outward. The Bernese barely keeps her feet on the ground. The Samoyed was already smiling when she got there. The Ridgeback was built to hunt lions and has chosen this instead. The Vizsla is made of motion. And Lobo, haloed and going in circles, shows us what the halo was always for.
Sparse pen-and-ink illustrations. Black ink. White space. The kind of joy that doesn't need a reason.
Praise Be to Dog. Woof.