My youngest son is an engineer who paints as a hobby. This is his most recent painting in acrylic of my father and his dog, ca. 1915, using an old photograph as reference.
I always loved the original photo and love the painting even more. I always thought of the picture showing a boy and his dog, but the painting seems to show a dog and a boy. I think the way the dog is painted is masterful.
My grandfather is holding the very substantial chain and my mother told me that once she was crying about losing a dog and Grandpa said, “Marthy, I was always told it was bad luck to cry after a dog, but I cried when Old Blue died.” We know that Grandpa named all of his hunting dogs Blue, but I like to think that the one he loved so much is the one in this picture.