Jack Vettriano The Same Old Game II

Jack Vettriano The Same Old Game IIJack Vettriano The Sailor's ToyJack Vettriano The Runaways
Bow, wow, wow! ... Good-morning! Good-morning, my little god! . . At last, at last we can talk! . . Bark and wag my tail as I might, you never understood!... I love you! I love you!"
Who can this extraordinary person be, who jostles everybody and fills the house with his noisy gaiety? We know him at once. It is Tylô, the good Dog who tries his hardest to understand mankind, the good-natured Animal who goes with the Children to the forest, the faithful guardian who protects the door, the staunch friend who is ever to see him kissing his little master and mistress and calling them "his little gods!" He sits up, he jumps about the room, knocking against the furniture, upsetting Mytyl with his big soft paws, lolling his tongue, wagging his tail and puffing and panting as though he were out hunting. We at once see his simple, generous nature. Persuaded of his own importance, he fancies that he alone is indispensable in the new world of Things.
After making all the fuss he wanted of the Children, he started going the round of the company, distributing the attentions which he thought that none could do without. true and ever loyal! Here he comes walking on his hindpaws, as on a pair of legs too short for him, and beating the air with the two others, making gestures like a clumsy little man. He has not changed: he still has his smooth, mustard-coloured coat and his jolly bull-dog head, with the black muzzle, but he is much bigger and then he talks! He talks as fast as he can, as though he wanted in one moment to avenge his whole race, which has been doomed to silence for centuries. He talks of everything, now that he is at last able to unbosom himself; and it is a pretty sight