CHAPTER 33
"Bark if you want to go first!" I said with a laugh.
Jessie had walked three dogs on leashes over to the paint area--a terrier, a poodle, and a long-haired mutt. Clearly excited to be out of their pens, the dogs were bouncing around, vying for Jessie's attention. She looked like she was in danger of being licked to death.
"Hey," I asked her, "where's your dog, Marley? Doesn't he want to join the fun?"
Jessie shook her head. "Not unless he can take a swim afterwards. He's happier snoozing under my desk, believe me." She let the dogs sniff my hand by way of introduction. "I picked these dogs so we could experiment with our 'brush stroke'. The terrier is wiry, the poodle is soft and curly, and this guy, Ringo Starr, has a long mop. The paint washes right off and it's non-toxic,
