Black and grey cartoon dachshund tattoo with light shading on the top of a foot, with painted toenails visible.

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Cartoon dachshund tattoo on the top of a foot

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A cartoon dachshund stands side on across the top of a bare foot, with a long body, short legs, floppy ear and curled tail. The linework is dark and clean, and grey shading gives the body and legs some volume. The tattoo is shown in close framing against a dark floor, with the toes at the left edge.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The circus at Hollin Market had lost its elephant to a bank in Leeds and its clown to a bigger show in Spain, so what remained was Mrs Dorothy Pask, a ringmaster with a cough, two trapeze brothers who did not speak, and a dachshund called Biscuit. Biscuit had been bought as a stage prop for a dog act that never happened. He was long and low and could not jump through anything, so he was given the job of walking the length of the ring while the band played something mournful.

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Every evening he walked it, head up, ears flapping, tail curled like a question. The farmers who came in winter for a shilling said he looked like a sausage that had been told a secret. One wet night in February the tent poles sagged, the rain came through the canvas, and the lamps failed. In the dark the brothers could not find the rope ladder. Biscuit, who had never once been trusted with anything, trotted to the centre pole, sniffed out the loose peg in the cold mud, and barked until Mrs Pask came with a lantern.

They rigged the tent that night, and the next morning a letter came from the town council about the licence. Mrs Pask read it at the breakfast table with the dog's chin resting on her slipper. "Well, Biscuit," she said, "they want us gone by Friday."

On Friday the company packed the wagons, and the dog stood on the verge of the empty field, looking back at the ring where he had walked so many evenings. Then he trotted to the front of the first wagon and sat down, tail curled, as if he had always known where the road led. The brothers agreed afterwards that the procession looked better with a small dog leading it.