PLATO was my first love. A mangy half breed of dubious origin, his hair was ginger like by own & he was a happy enthusiastic little fellow who sadly came to grief under a car. I remember standing in line at school waiting to get on the swimming bus, when my mother arrived to tell me the news. It was my first grief. I was 8 and my first love was gone. I feel that loss from childhood began a path of enjoying the moments because you may not have another chance to. You may remember that a couple of weeks ago, the Gothic Arch Challenge was Dogs & I didn’t come up with something?? Well in my fossicking lately for birdie bits, I came across this old postcard & immediately fell in love with it because it reminded me so much of my first little dog, Plato. I used inks, paints, oil pastel & embossing powder to integrate it into the painted background & generally had good fun with it. I have used a tech pen on mica to do the back.