When you walk a dog every day you get to recognise the canine citizens of your local area better than your human neighbours. I’ve been drawing some of the ones I see the most…
Old basset hound (it might not really be old, but basset hounds always kind of act old):
Ferocious bichon frise on the corner of the street – obviously thinks he’s more intimidating than he actually is:
I assume these things are dogs… they don’t seem to have any external features apart from lots of wiry hair:
Happy German Shepherd (may or may not be called ‘Ian’):
Dog, or possibly goat, from Leith Walk:
Daisy’s nemesis, a happy staffy – it hates her and she hates it:
Strangely enormous pug:
Big scary wolf:
I have no idea what the owners of the dogs around here look like – I only remember dogs! Unless the people are really weird, then I’ll remember.