Neo-trad style colour tattoo of a pug's face inside a grey ornate scrolled frame, placed on the upper thigh.

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Pug portrait in an ornate frame on a thigh

Neo-trad · Thigh · Mixed · Photo

A pug's head and shoulders are shown in a realistic portrait style, with soft shading on the fawn fur, a black muzzle and warm brown eyes. The dog sits inside a grey, scrolled and beaded frame with a small blue background panel behind the head. Bold black outlines and a dark grey frame contrast with the warm colours of the dog, and the tattoo fills most of the frame.

Neo-trad Realism Thigh Pug Dog Portrait Frame Scrollwork

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Abernethy had hung the portrait above the taproom fire the week the snow shut the pass, and by the third day the whole inn had agreed the pug was judging them. Its brown eyes sat too level inside the grey scrollwork, and the black muzzle seemed to lower a fraction whenever someone swore at the kettle.

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Tobias, the carter's boy, was the only one who would sit beneath it. He had carried the frame down from the attic himself, dusting the beads with his sleeve, because the painter had been his grandmother and she had never let a dog leave her studio unfinished. The little blue panel behind the head had faded to the colour of the moor under cloud, which she had chosen so the dog would never be lost against the weather.

On the fourth night the stable lamp guttered out, and Tobias went across the yard with a rope round his waist, calling for the mare. The drift swallowed the lit window within ten steps. He was on his knees, fingers numb on the halter, when something low and fawn-coloured came trotting through the snow, stopped to check he was still following, and led him by the sleeve of his coat back to the door.

Biscuit, the old pug from the kitchen, had been dead since autumn and was buried under the yew. In the morning Tobias stood beneath the frame with his hands still raw and studied the painted face for a long while. "You could have said something," he told it. Mrs Abernethy, pouring the tea, said the dog had never once in its life said anything, and that was why it had been such good company.