“Here,” Phil said. “pass me the piece of paper. I’ll draw Freddie.”
He spent a few seconds scribbling. And this is what he drew:
And we all laughed, and we all agreed. Because Fred, the new dog on the block at Shrewsday Mansions, is an insolent explosion of black. A lary sable sly on the fly. An onyx wolfish profusion.
The snow sent him high, man. Freddie was on Planet Snow, populated with little white crystals. The only other living being on the planet was a small brown terrier, Freddie’s compatriot through life, and old hand at this Snow thing. But Macaulay was eminently willing to be led.
17 thoughts on “The Black Scribble”
Oooooh no! He’s going to gobble up Little Red Riding Hood. Wolf in the snow. Mac and Freddie look like they’re both having a lovely time in the frozen north.
They were solid gone, Gale. In Valhalla for Doggies.
What a handsome, dynamic duo!!
Unstoppable force and immoveable object 🙂
That is actually an excellent drawing. Love it!
It does have something of Fred about it, doesn’t it, Michael?
It is Planet Snow – love that designation. Long haired fuzzy dogs are wild with enthusiasm about this winter!
Hi Mouse! I have always found weather has a profound effect on children and animals. I used to have to work much harder as a teacher on windy days. And snow just does something to dogs, doesn’t it?
Great drawing! Looks like professional cartooning. And “sly on the fly” … I’m stealing that to describe my cat.
Ha! It would suit our Montgomery too!
The city-slicker dogs here in NYC are all sporting their winter coats i.e., actual top coats (my friend dresses her springer spaniel in a rather chic sweater) and snow booties to protect their paws from the sidewalk salt. The streets and sidewalks over here are heavily salted these very snowy days. Country pooches Mac and Fred would probably find this fashion show appalling and consider their American cousins all pampered wimps.
I absolutely love this drawing. How brilliant.
Phil’s rendering is top notch!
Great sketch but I also especially like the pic which captures Fred about to snow-pounce Macaulay 🙂
It’s good when an old dog has a young friend to remind him of the simple joys of life.
Indeed. And biff him on the nose when he becomes maudlin.