A few years ago, someone came to our house and brought a little mutt called 'Ozzie' around, and I immediately fell in love with him.He was my kind of dog - a scraggy mongrel, small enough to fit comfortably in our compact but adorable city apartment - but it was impossible to tell exactly from where his rich and diverse, genetic inheritance came from.
The next evening, I sat down and tried to draw him from memory, and - after a couple of attempts - came up with the above, which is pretty accurate. I found this little drawing when I was looking for something else, this morning.
The strange thing is that - although I remember Ozzie very clearly - I cannot for the life of me remember who his owner was.
P.S. - There might well have been some cat in Ozzie's lineage.
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me thinks we could be good friends......
ReplyDeleteI would not allow anyone else call be a fat bastard
Thanks John - you fat bastard.
ReplyDeleteP.S. - Rat drawings to follow. I have a ton of those...
ReplyDeleteMy guess ( with regard to Ozzie) is, part poodle, part cat, part rat, and part miniature wild boar, but not necessarily in that order.
ReplyDeleteI always remember dogs names, but not their owners. I wonder why that is?
ReplyDeleteUnconditional Love! wouldn't that inspire one to remember a name...it would me.
ReplyDeleteOzzie and my Molly sound like they come from the same lineage...the other day when I was out for a walk with her, Molly was up ahead of me bounding up and down in the long grass like she does, when a woman came up to me pointed at Molly and said...
ReplyDelete'Is that a baby goat over there?'
funny thing is she kind of does look like a little kid!!!
I had a stray turn up once that I named Scruffy Doris. I think she was probably Ozzie's French cousin. She used to dig huge holes (which is probably why she was dumped). She stayed with me for about 2 months, then one day she simply decided to go and live somewhere else.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, the variety is called 'Albanian Muttyscrufstinkbastard'.
Baby goat! Fantastic. I knew a cat called Doris once. She was tiny, and almost spherical from being so greedy. She would spend her time between meals, stalking and catching pigeons, which she then would quietly eat in a dark corner. She ate THE LOT - feathers and all. All that would be left was a pair of feet. I've never known such a hungry cat.
ReplyDeleteP.S. I've just gone back to your family portrait post, John, and realised that my comment looks a lot ruder than I had intended, and applies only to you in baby form!
That dog looks quite mad, in an adorable kind of way. We are contemplating whether or not to get a dog at the moment.
ReplyDeleteI dig that dog. Got a lot of character, him.
ReplyDeleteDo you remember Hamlet? We had him whilst still at college. Another mutt of that ilk. We used to think of him as the ultimate mix. How all dogs end up if mongrelled well enough.
ReplyDeleteDon't remember Hamlet, Cro. The healthiest dogs - like people - are mongrels, look at the Royal Family.
ReplyDeleteHa! Sounds like the doggie left more of an impact than the owner. What a cute drawing! I can't draw to save my own life. Even my stick figures have to have labels.
ReplyDeleteYes, I fell in love with the doggy, but obviously not the owner...
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