Thursday, 7 February 2013


A Rottweiler seemed necessary, as I'm on the letter R, although I am afraid of the dogs. I have never had a meaningful relationship with one and that maybe why,  but the ones I have met in passing have always struck me as being the size of tanks and twice as dangerous. It probably doesn't help that they are never given nice, reassuring names, like Petal. Or Teddy. 
It's always: "Heel, Himmler!" or "Sit, Psycho!" or "Get DOWN, Demon!". You know the sort of thing. 
I declared this painting officially finished when I started to get frightened of it. 

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