Mirò Playing at Being Pollock

When I was a child, my dad brought home a little puppy from the municipal shelter. My sister and I had so much fun playing with him. He was small but chubby and very good-natured.

 

The scene depicted is quite unusual and obviously fictional. Mirò didn't play with my brushes or tempera colors, likely because he didn't find them appetizing enough. But I like to remember him this way, now that he's been gone for so many years.