This is a sketch I did of one of the family dogs, Charlie, a crazed Cavalier King Charles spaniel.
Of course, he wasn’t crazy when I did this sketch. He was just an excitable and adorable puppy who had fallen asleep.
Charlie was an attempt by Mother of Mine to recreate the memory of her childhood dog, Ricky – the same breed, but from what I’ve gleaned over the years, a million miles away from Charlie in his temperament.
Sadly Charlie’s days were ended prematurely when a visit to the vet deemed him to need the doggie equivalent of a mental ward.
I cried for days.
The other family dog was Dad’s – a giant, black, hairy, bouncy Briard who we named Harry. I forget the detail of the story (I’m really bad at remembering family history), but the gist is that Dad knew the people who imported the first Briards into the country and fell in love with the breed then.
I don’t remember ever drawing Harry – I don’t think he stayed still for long enough – but you get the general impression from this photo of him taken in 1987.