Black and grey geometric tattoo of a dog's head with ornamental triangles across the upper back.

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Geometric dog head on upper back

Geometric · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A dog's head is drawn in bold black linework and grey shading, with its ears spreading outward. Geometric triangles, diamonds and fine interior patterns fill the face and rise above the head, while small hanging points extend below the muzzle. The design is centred on the upper back, shown against plain skin.

Geometric Back Dog Geometric pattern Triangle Diamond

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

At Harrowgate Junction the stationmaster kept a brown and white hound called Tallow, who had come in on a coal wagon the winter the bridge went down. Nobody claimed her, so she slept under the bench by the signal box and walked the platform each night at the hour the last mail was due. Her ears were so broad that the porters swore they could catch the wind and carry it down to the rails.

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The line split three ways beyond the water tower. The men who laid it had chalked the junction on a board nailed inside the lamp room: a fan of triangles, diamonds stacked above them, every point meeting another. Mrs Ashdown, who sorted the parcels, said the dog could read that board. When the night ran wrong, Tallow would sit square in front of the points and refuse to budge until somebody came to look.

One November a goods train with no lamp came round the bend on the middle track. Ruth Pellow, the new porter, was dozing in the waiting room with her boots still on. Tallow barked once, then stood on the sleepers with her muzzle levelled at the switch, every hair up, until Ruth came running with the lantern. Ruth threw the lever just as the engine's shadow swung across the platform, and the freight rumbled onto the siding to cool its brakes.

The dog walked back to the bench as if she had only been out for air. In spring the company sent men to paint the lamp room, and the board came down in their arms. Ruth kept it. She hung it above her own door in Dalton Street, and on wet nights she traced the diamonds with one finger, counting the points the way Tallow had counted the rails, until the station bell rang for her again.