Art is something that is subjective, each person (or dog) having their own idea of what is artistic and beautiful. Late last night while we were on our walk, the moon was a giant orange ball. It was amazing. We got home and found that Chip had hacked up a hair-ball on the carpet. Not so beautiful, but someone might think so. The artist who crafted an inflatable dog feces sculpture the size of a house might think it was a work of art. The Swiss museum had the sculpture displayed on their property, but it blew away because it wasn't pegged down very well. I wonder if some dog walker used his pooper-scooper and unknowingly cleaned it up. Maybe UFO's beamed it up for study. Maybe someone stepped on it and right now is scrapping it off the bottom of their shoe. Barbie probably came along and took care of it.
