Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Monday, 5 August 2013
Ok clever-clogs - what breed?
Whilst we are on the subject of dead dogs, here is the faithful hound that sits at the feet of a long-dead, medieval noblewoman at South Wraxall church. Yes, I am back at that church again.
To me, it has a cartoonish, almost Disney quality about it, as though it knows something we don't - which I suppose it must, having been around for about 7 or 800 years longer than most of us.
I have never seen any real-life dog which has those two little opposing creases each side of the mouth, which - in modern, cartoon terms - denote a cliched, porcine joviality mixed with a certain degree of imbecility.
I wonder when it was that stonemasons irrevocably lost their sense of humour and humanity?