Small black fine line tattoo of three cartoon dalmatian puppies sitting in a row on a forearm.

Three dalmatian puppies on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows three cartoon dalmatian puppies seated side by side, each with dark spots and floppy ears, with the middle puppy partly overlapping the others. The design uses thin black outlines with minimal solid fill, and the spots are the only dark areas, so the piece is simple and sits in a small, compact arrangement. It is set against pale skin with a pink fabric in the lower right corner.

Fine line Forearm Dog Cartoon

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Gull-thieves had taken half the herring off the slab before Dorrie Penhale noticed the three pups lined up on the quay like customers outside a bakery hatch. They were Hendry's litter, white coats freckled black, and they sat shoulder to shoulder with their ears flattened by the wind, as if the harbour wall owed them an explanation.

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The middle one, Biscuit, had been shoved there by his brothers on the first morning and had never quite got out. Dorrie tossed him a sprat and he caught it with a snap of teeth, looking pleased with himself. Her nephew Tom came down the steps with the crab pots, whistling two bars of a shanty he never finished, and the pups scrambled after him as if the tide itself had called their names.

By October the boats were coming in later and later. Tom took the pups out on the slipway each evening to watch the lamps of the fleet come round the headland. One night fog rolled in thick as wool, and the three of them sat at the edge of the slipway without barking while the foghorn on the point gave its long, low note. Biscuit edged closer until his spots pressed against theirs, and when the first hull knocked against the wall, all three heads turned together.

Dorrie sold the litter in spring, one to each of three families up the valley. She kept the photograph of them on the quay pinned above the till. Nobody who came in for a pasty ever asked which one had been in the middle, and she never told them it had been the one who could not stop leaning in.