Big Guy Problems #9 (colour)
You did what you had to!
You found a man. 7 foot, something and a half! Solid. Rugged. Absolutely covered in hair. So thick it's like he's got dreds on his BUTT! And like, EVERYWHERE else!
(Now I'm not saying it's like doinkin' a Wookie with him, but... you checked "Doink a Wookie" off your bucket list not long after you met him!)
So one night--when he grabs your hand, stares deep into you eyes and says, "I want to take out relationship to a new level"--your heart definitely skipped a whole symphony of beats. It was like you were floating when he lead you seriously down the hallway and into the bathroom, rich with lavender, the tub overflowing with bubbles...
And enough towels and conditioner within easy reach for a whole squad of cheerleaders.
You heart skipped a whole bunch more beats. He clasped your hands gently in those massive catchers' mitts he calls hands and said, "...will you wash my fur? It takes a couple of hours. Double that if you're still learning."
You squared your shoulders, planted your feet, looked deep into his eyes and said, "It's not me. It's you. It was and ALWAYS will be you."
Then you ran screaming out the front door.
You did what you had to!
(pencil, black ink pen, watercolours)
You did what you had to!
You found a man. 7 foot, something and a half! Solid. Rugged. Absolutely covered in hair. So thick it's like he's got dreds on his BUTT! And like, EVERYWHERE else!
(Now I'm not saying it's like doinkin' a Wookie with him, but... you checked "Doink a Wookie" off your bucket list not long after you met him!)
So one night--when he grabs your hand, stares deep into you eyes and says, "I want to take out relationship to a new level"--your heart definitely skipped a whole symphony of beats. It was like you were floating when he lead you seriously down the hallway and into the bathroom, rich with lavender, the tub overflowing with bubbles...
And enough towels and conditioner within easy reach for a whole squad of cheerleaders.
You heart skipped a whole bunch more beats. He clasped your hands gently in those massive catchers' mitts he calls hands and said, "...will you wash my fur? It takes a couple of hours. Double that if you're still learning."
You squared your shoulders, planted your feet, looked deep into his eyes and said, "It's not me. It's you. It was and ALWAYS will be you."
Then you ran screaming out the front door.
You did what you had to!
(pencil, black ink pen, watercolours)
Category Artwork (Traditional) / General Furry Art
Species Dog (Other)
Size 1310 x 1014px
File Size 485.4 kB
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