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Sugar skull dog on a calf
Traditional · Calf · Colour · Photo
A dog's face is shown in a sugar skull style, with a black nose, open mouth, pink tongue and yellow teeth. Two red flowers with yellow centres sit over the eyes, and green and white scrollwork decorates the muzzle and cheeks. Bold black outlines and flat red, green and yellow fills dominate, set against the pale skin of a calf below rolled denim.
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Our dog Biscuit had been blind in one eye since a fox got her at Tewkesbury, and by the August fair she had made peace with it better than any of us. Mam said the showfolk would take a dog that could not see the dodgems coming, so long as she could find the cash tin by smell. She could. She also could not resist the bunting on the coconut shy, so most evenings she ended up tangled in it, wagging at the stallholders until someone came to untie her.
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Alfie Crane painted the sideshow boards and kept a tin of red and a tin of green that nobody else was allowed to touch. The night before we left Hereford, he sat on an upturned crate by the generator and painted two marigolds, big as saucers, over her eyes. He ran scrolls down her cheeks like the ironwork on the carousel and gave her a pink tongue and a row of yellow teeth that made her look very pleased with herself. She sat for him without moving, which she never did for anyone, not even Mam with the sausages.
At Ludlow a rain came in sideways and the whole green was a sheet of mud. Biscuit walked the length of the caravans with her painted face held high, and every stallholder she passed reached out to touch the flowers on her head for luck. The lad on the goldfish stall gave her a whole pound's worth of ring toss prizes and told his mate she was the only dog he had ever seen that could read.
By Michaelmas the rain had washed most of the red away, and the marigolds had faded to a pale pink I could hardly see. Biscuit still stopped at every gate and waited for the hands to come out, and they still came, because nobody in the fair had ever needed a dog to see to know what she was carrying.
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