Neo-traditional colour tattoo of a dachshund wearing a top hat and feather in a gold frame with pink background, on the calf.

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Dachshund in top hat in an ornate frame on a calf

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A brown dachshund bust wears a purple top hat with a teal bow tie and a teal feather, and a pearl necklace with a green gem at the chest. It sits inside a gold ornate frame on a pink background, with two blue flowers with orange centres at the sides. The shading is smooth and realistic on the dog, with bold outlines and saturated colour throughout.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit nearer the stove, the coal's only just caught and the cold comes up through these boards like it's looking for a pocket. You want the tale of Mister Wetherby, the long brown dog who rode the Oxford cut on Mrs Pell's narrowboat Clementine. Everybody on the water knew him, because he dressed for it.

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Mrs Pell was a widow with a good hat and no money left for hats, so she made do. Every Sunday she brushed Wetherby's ears, pinned a purple top hat to his head with a teal feather stuck in the band, and tied a green silk bow under his chin. Then she hung her pearls round his neck, the real ones, because the pawnbroker in Banbury had offered her a tenner for them and she'd laughed in his face. The lockkeepers bowed. Children ran alongside the towpath shouting for the Duke.

One wet March the Clementine stuck fast below Cropredy with the river rising behind her and the lower gates jammed with debris. Mrs Pell wrestled the paddles till her palms bled, and it was Wetherby who saw what she had missed: a drowned sack snagged on the sill, pressing the gate shut. He went up the ladder in his hat, barked three times, and sat on the beam like a magistrate until the men came with poles. The pearls got soaked and dull. The feather, when the wind took it, went straight into the water and off towards the weir, and he watched it go with the most dignified face you ever saw on a dog.

Mrs Pell never let the feather go to waste in her heart, though she bought a new one. She said a dog who had saved a lock deserved to be dressed properly, so she pinned it on the Sunday after, and every lockkeeper from Hillmorton to Napton still touches his cap when the Clementine comes round the bend. Now drink up, the stove's going out and the next lock is a long way off.

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