For all my talk about Poodle, he's really not a bad guy to have in my corner.
Last night, after I'd been struggling for almost 14 hours to make idea number 2 of 3 work for today's deadline, he sat down and in the space of a half hour (give or take 15 minutes) drawled me a beautiful drawling of a vague idea I had had which was going down the road to nowhere (and continues to travel down that road quite nicely to this very moment). At which point I slaphappily told him ten times that I'd never have come up with something like what he'd done so eloquently. And it's true, I wouldn't have. This is one of the many reasons I love him.
The man has skills, skills which I so desperately need to do my job well, and he does it with such ease. I guess you could look at it in such a way that says I at least have access to the skills through him, but it's not the same as being able to do it for myself. And I'm sure working until one o'clock in the morning, he's not thinking it's the same as me doing it myself either. My point is, he has been there through my darkest hours, days and weeks, and he still surprises me by coming out with these amazingly beautiful pieces of illustrative art to help me through a freak out.
He might come home tonight and annoy me all over again by leaving all the lights, the television and the bathroom space heater on while spilling paint and plaster dust all over creation, but right now, I couldn't ask for a better guy.
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