Neo-traditional tattoo of a grey dog in an ornate gold frame, with a red flower, green leaves and paw prints on the lower leg.

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Dog portrait in gold frame with red flower

Neo-trad · Calf · Mixed · Photo

A grey-shaded portrait of a dog's head and shoulders sits inside an ornate gold frame decorated with scrolls, blue gems and a small pink flower. A large red and white flower with green leaves and dark paw prints fills the lower right of the design. The dog is rendered in soft grey shading with dark outlines, while the frame and flower use bold colour.

Neo-trad Realism Calf Dog Portrait Frame Flower Rose Leaves Paw print Gemstone

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

By the time the lock keeper waved you through at Sandford, the dog had already decided the cabin was his and was sitting on the good cushion with his grey muzzle pointed at the water, as if he were the one steering. You had told Marjorie in the spring that a barge needed a dog the way a kettle needed a spout, and she had laughed and said you would be sorry. Now you were sorry only in the sense that every hour he spent watching the towpath was an hour you spent watching him.

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The Thames up here runs slow and brown between willows, and the scene never changes: the reeds, the heron on the same post, the cows lifting their heads at the engine. Shaggy Jack never barked at any of it. He simply looked, head tilted, ears flat in the wind, as though he were waiting for someone to step off a bank with a mooring rope in one hand and a letter in the other.

Nobody came. Not in the first week, nor the second. You polished the brass fittings, checked the bilge and read the same chapter of the same novel by lamplight, and each evening the dog climbed onto the roof to face upstream.

On the ninth morning you found the old biscuit tin on the shelf above the stove, the one with Marjorie's handwriting on the lid, and you understood he had been waiting for the wrong thing all along. You took him to the bow, opened the tin and let him smell her gloves. Then you turned the barge towards home, and he finally lay down with his back to the water.