“What are you drawing, Raud?” Fleegle asks as he jumps up on the couch next to me and looks over my shoulder at the sketch pad in my lap. “That looks like a dog. Ooo, and he’s got a bone.”
“That bone looks pretty old and gnawed out. Maybe you should put some meat on it and give that dog something to sink his teeth in.”
I draw some meat on the ends of the bone sticking out of the dog’s mouth.
“I wish I could put meat on my bones as easy as that. Now you need to add some drool. A dog with a meaty bone like that would be drooling big time.”
I draw a strand of drool hanging from one side of the dog’s mouth.
“And a little puddle down by his paws. That dog looks like a heavy drooler to me.” He tilts his head to the side as he assesses the drawing. “Hey, that dog looks like me. Is that dog supposed to be me?”
“Then add more meat to that bone because watching you draw me with my bone is making me really hungry.”
I glance over at him. He’s drooling and a puddle is forming by his paws.
“What’s this drawing for?” he asks.
“I’m working on a new business logo.”
“A new business? Are you going to sell drool? I didn’t know there was a market for that. I’ll be very successful.”