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The story behind this painting just has to be told. It's really funny when you think about it.
My son's fiance wanted a painting of a shelter dog she had taken in. She named the dog "Delilah". But Delilah was sick and had very little energy. Brittany carried her everywhere and did anything she could to help the poor dog get better. Delilah passed away due to the Parvo virus which is very common in homeless dogs.
Brittany was devistated to say the least. She cried for days. On her birthday a few weeks later her parents bought her a blonde long-haired dauschand...but she still missed her Delilah. So, being the loving "mother-in-law" that I am, I decided to paint Delilah for Brittany for her birthday. You should have seen her face when she opened THIS painting. She said, "mom, that's not Delilah." I was shocked. This photo was on her Facebook page and she always kept the dog in a pink blanket.
Long story short, I later painted the REAL Delilah and Brittany was very happy with...

As a child you could often find me quietly "painting by numbers" in my room. More often than not, my paintings were not exactly like those pictured on the box because I loved to change the numbers/colors around. Although I won awards for my artwork in elementary school I never really believed in my heart I was a real artist. I thought that "real artists" could draw anything from memory, and that was a gift I did not have. When reaching the upper grades we had to choose among our electives. Music...Art...or Dance Team? Although it broke my heart, I chose music and dance. You see, those areas received much more attention, and as an insecure young teenager that was one thing I strongly desired! However, deep...