Here are some from a painting by Adam Albrecht, called Retour de la Chasse, from 1828, (I was going to save the horses up for later, but you can't really include a picture about hunting and pretend there aren't any horses, can you):
|I like this kind of house - a style that is very Germanic, it seems to me - why did they build like that and the English didn't?|
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Meanwhile, here is a more modern dog, painted by Mr L Freud, (I always call him that because I can never remember if he's Lucian or Lucien):
|I seem incapable of getting a frame square in my camera lens|
There was the afghan hound that belonged to Picasso - it occurs to me that there's a novel to be written from that dog's point of view, one of those awfully clever, almost unbearably boring novels that people other than me seem so surprisingly fond of. Perhaps I should write it, woof, woof, woof:
plus this long-suffering canine soul, pictured in an early 17th century Collector's Cabinet painting by Adriaen van Stalbempt:
Finally, there was the weird photographic semi-recreation by some Japanese person of the great Velasquez painting in the Prado, with the addition of two viewers in costume, (so hilarious, hem hem); the dog was the only faintly appealing bit of it, I thought: