When my human isn’t home

This piece comes from a true story: a neighbour told me that, from the ground floor, he could see one of my dogs looking out of one of the windows of my fourth-floor apartment. The windows aren’t easy to reach, so I didn’t believe him, until one day I opened the door and found Matcha there, standing on the back of the armchair, while Taro watched her from below, more cautious. I decided to illustrate them, and I exaggerated Matcha’s pose to capture that almost absurd determination that defines her.