This illustration is for my Father’s birthday. My Father loves his sweets. He is very aware of cleanliness and bacteria. He is very fussy about how his food is handled. It is a running joke in our family, as it has been passed onto my sister and me. 

This illustration is set in a favorite place of my parents. They go there two or three times a week. They love to buy a local coffee and cake and enjoy it at the picnic table. 

I have imagined my Father looking forward to enjoying his celebratory cake, then it all going wrong. As Rosie the dachshund lunges for his piece, the birds are picking at the rest on the table. 

You can see by his face how he feels!