He escaped the dumpster by the nape of his neck, when a kindly hotel employee adopted him as the hotel doors were shut for good. Little did he know 30 years later he'd be saying farewell to that man, and to Ottawa.
I rescued him yet again when the son of the man graduated from university and didn't see the worth of lugging the little guy all the way back to Ottawa.
I love his clean lines, adorable legs and the simplicity of his style. I painted him in turquoise and distressed heavily. I think he looks fetching and regal.
I changed out the hardware though, as I wasn't a fan of the perfunctory wooden knobs. The heavy distressing lets his old character and charm shine through.