Wow, that is nice.
Here's mine and story (my golddog on left, SIL's are the other two):
I was in NOLA for SB XXXI (Jan 1997). Wandering around the French Quarter in the days before the game, I came across an artist with her easel. Got to talking to her and asked about a drawing for my Mom.
We arranged it through phone, I mailed her down a few pictures. Some weeks later, I got the photos back with this art.
Gave it to Mom for Christmas that year. It hung in her house, unframed, until she died in 2018, when I retrieved it, got it framed, and put it in my place.