Colour neo-traditional tattoo of a pug's face inside a rope circle with red flowers and a pink backdrop, on the forearm.

Pug in a rope frame with red flowers

Neo-trad · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A pug's face is shown head-on, with a rope circle framing it, a pink shape behind the head and a small cluster of red flowers with green leaves to one side. The dog is shaded in soft greys and tan with fine black linework on the wrinkles and eyes. The palette is mainly red, pink, yellow and tan, with a small purple shell shape hanging below the rope.

Neo-trad Traditional Forearm Pug Dog Rope Flower Shell

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lamp at Scarrow Point had gone dark for three nights running when Ada Penhale tied the old rope to her pug's collar and told him he would earn his supper. Biscuit only snorted. He had a face like a crumpled glove and no opinion about lighthouses, but he had a nose that could find a herring through a barrel of tar, and the fog rolling in off the sea was thick enough to cut with a knife.

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The tower had a hundred and twelve steps of wet stone. Ada climbed with the lantern, and Biscuit went ahead with the rope pulled taut behind him, sniffing every crack in the wall as though the answer lived in there. At the top, the great lens sat cold and clouded with salt. Ada's hands shook over the paraffin. Below, somewhere in the white, a bell buoy rang its flat sad note, and then a second one answered from the wrong side of the rocks.

Biscuit sat down beside the brass pipe that ran to the oil store and would not move. Ada knelt and found, wedged behind it, a length of tarred rope with a scallop shell knotted into the end, the way her father used to mark the boats he trusted. The wick had been fouled by a line caught in the works, and the dog had known it all along. She cleared it with her penknife while the fog pressed against the glass like wet wool.

When the lamp caught, its beam swept out across the water, and somewhere beyond the rocks a small boat swung its bow towards home. Ada tied the rope back on, tucked Biscuit under one arm and carried him down the hundred and twelve steps, counting every one of them aloud, and he let her.