Jack Vettriano The Direct Approach

Jack Vettriano The Direct ApproachJack Vettriano The Defenders of VirtueJack Vettriano The Cocktail Shaker
She ended these words with a "Fft! Fft!" and, stroking her whiskers, took up her stand, with a defiant air, between Sugar and Fire. The good Dog did not see was wholly wrapped up in the pleasure of being gorgeously arrayed; and he danced round and round. It was really funny to see his velvet coat whirling like a merry-go-roundmeans of unbosoming itself, had only gained through silence; and his look, which was always filled with love, had become tremendously eloquent.
To-day his big dark eyes glistened with delight; he had suddenly changed into a man! He was all over magnificent clothes; and he was about to perform a grand errand across the world in company with the gods!
"There!" he said. "There! Aren't we fine!... Just look at this lace and embroidery!... It's real gold and no mistake!" , with the skirts opening every now and then and showing his little stumpy tail, which was all the more expressive as it had to express itself very briefly. For I need hardly tell you that Tylô, like every well-bred bull-dog, had had his tail and his ears cropped as a puppy. Poor fellow, he had long envied the tails of his brother dogs, which allowed them to use a much larger and more varied vocabulary. But physical deficiencies and the hardships of fortune strengthen our innermost qualities. Tylô's soul, having no outward