As a kid I remember going to a neighbor's house with a buddy of mine (I think I was in 2nd Grade, my friend was about 4 yrs. old). I'd convinced him and myself that the neighboors' dog was nice and that we could pet him and not be eaten alive. As it turns out, I was wrong.
I approached the dog who just sat there looking me with unreadable eyes (he was looking me nearly in the eye as I recall). As my hand got to a place just over his muzzle he lunged for my armpit and bit hard. The next thing I vaguely remember is getting home and explaining how a dozen man-eating tigers had jumped me while I was innocently playing with my matchbox cars in the back yard. Actually, I told the truth. Not long after getting the whole story my Dad took me back to the neighbors house to appologize to the owner of the dog. It turns out the dog was shy, that's why he gave me a warning bite, instead of eating me like a Truffle. I admit to feeling embarrassed and betrayed, but the experience taught me a valuable lesson. Actually, no it didn't.
This painting was done as a tribute to the dog who didn't kill me. I'll never forget you pup. (Actually, I think it was a German Shepherd. Oh well. Let that be a lesson to me.)