My friend used to have an English Bull Terrier called Bodge. I was too scared to draw its face in case it took offence and tore my head off. My friend eventually got engaged to a nice lady, but unfortunately on his first meeting with his future mother-in-law Bodge took her little dog and killed it. Needless to say, Bodge got the sack.Pen and ink with digital colour 15cm x 10cm. Click to enlarge.
4 comments:
omg, what an oddly fantastic story. the drawings, of course, are marvelous
Poor Bodge. This reminds me that a friend of a friend once left two West Highland terriers with his neighbours whilst on holiday. They came downstairs one morning to find their kitchen spattered with blood, and their cat in two halves, either side of the room.
Love me, love my dog? Oh dear.
Bodge sounds like a dog I could have really loved.
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