Wow, George. I'm blown away by your inability to grasp a single consistent perspective in this painting. I can't tell whether the dogs are floating, laying down, or possibly even falling (if you rotate the canvas 90 degrees counterclockwise, it looks like the orange dog is standing up—kind of—and the black dog is falling). In any event, terrible.

What dad would want this?

Also, if your dad owns a shirt that says "No, I will not fix your computer," take the hint.

And in case you still don't get it, the hint is to run away from home.

Cool! A Pokémon based on the extinct Dodo bird! Except there's already a Pokémon character based on the Dodo, called "Doduo:"

Nice try, loser.

"Honey, can you see who's at the door?"

"Oh, just a giant tall penis and a giant stubby penis. They seem lost and need directions to your nightmare."

I'm definitely sure this doesn't qualify as art. What I'm not so sure about is whether this jumbled collection of paint, smears and lines even qualifies as garbage.

I'm embarrassed for you.