Drawing Dixie



For those of you who don’t know, I had a dog named Dixie. She was 18 years old when she passed away this year. Shortly after she died, I started to draw some things that I wanted to remember about her. I’ve been sitting on some of these drawings for months now and I finally want to start sharing them with you.

I hope you enjoy them.


Never fast enough 

Since moving to Germany, I’ve re-discovered some aspects of German life that make me miss the US a bit. The main one lately has been grocery shopping. 

In the USA:

In Germany: