Cocker spaniels Charlie and Lola, who, despite appearances, were born just one day apart, at Nosh, Pickering, this morning. Frothy dog by Nosh barista Becky. Thanks 🙂
Spaniels
Tag: Spaniel
Spaniel History
Milestones in spaniel history. Happy birthday to Sarah.
To keep in spaniel mode that last caption should have read: ‘Spaniel Radcliffe: ‘Hairy Potterer and the Philosopher’s Bone’.’
Spaniels in Space
Where no spaniel has gone before . . .
Happy birthday Henry.
Coco
Coco, an English springer spaniel, at the Coffee Stop, Horbury Junction yesterday.
Molly
Molly, a black cocker spaniel, takes a break.
Petra
Petra is a working cocker spaniel (although she doesn’t actually work), from Berkshire but I drew her recently in the Lake District, where she was taking a break with friends, as her owners were moving house. She’s a dog who doesn’t like being on her own but she’ll happily set off in the company of other people.
We were at Sykes Farm Tearooms, Buttermere, where the resident border collie was keeping watchful eye on comings and goings, sitting on the grassy knoll opposite the farm gate, checking out a passing 4×4 with gimlet gaze.
In the interests of balance, I should explain that other spaniels are available, including my brother’s English springer, Frank.
A Spaniel in the Wood
The muddy entrance to Coxley valley. I walked along this makeshift duckboard but I would have felt safer wading through the mud.
A neighbour’s spaniel shortly before he provided me with a soft focus photographic filter by pressing his nose against the lens.
Even his owner’s tell me they’ve never succeeded in taking a good photograph of him. He usually ends up barking.
Stagshorn fungus growing on a log in the quarry.
Sandstone boulder, Coxley quarry. J Ellis lived in one of the cottages near Coxley Dam. Out of work during the 1930s recession he had plenty of time on his hands to carve this inscription. I once met a man here who said that J Ellis had rescued him when he’d got into difficulty swimming in the dam.
Frank
“HAVE YOU noticed that whenever Frank’s around, we disappear?” says my brother Bill, as I focus on drawing Frank, the springer spaniel, who he’s holding on his lap.
Bill has already bowed to the inevitable and replaced his own photo with Frank’s on his Facebook page.
“At first I had a picture of Frank and me there but as all the comments were about him, I realised that people weren’t really bothered about me.”
I didn’t have time to draw Frank when I first met him before Christmas but I couldn’t resist taking quick photograph – cropping out my brother, of course!
At that time Frank has the rounded proportions of a younger puppy but three or four weeks later he’s grown considerably and changed in his proportions. He’s still got big feet – he is a spaniel after all – but his body has lengthened so that his head is no longer in the proportion to his body. At that time his proportions were closer to those of a cut cartoon dog character.
By the way, as my little before and after sketch suggests, Frank can do a quick change act; from one side, he’s liver and white, like a typical springer, from the other he’s plain white.