B’s mom, the first time meeting Deacon almost a year ago: no, no, I don’t want to pet you. I don’t like dogs, especially big dogs, sorry.
B’s mom this weekend, calling Deacon over to her: Oh no! Sad boy! Is no one paying attention to you? Here, I’ll pet you.
B’s mom this weekend, petting Deacon with one hand while using the other to cook: Deacon, you look hungry. Should you taste the fish? I think so. You’re a very good boy.
B’s mom this weekend, heading to the guest room: Deacon! Let’s go! You can help me get ready!
[ID : A soundless video of a brown-spotted white dog standing in a doorway between two rooms. A collapsed section of white metal gate with a door is on the floor, in front of the dog but on the other side of the door frame (closer to the viewer). The dog stays on the far side of the doorway, looking to its right, barking twice, its tail wagging. A man comes over and ‘opens’ the gate (lifting the door section upward so the floor is clear) and the dog then runs through the space where the door would’ve been, if upright. /end ID]
My entry for Changing Fates, a charity zine that gave writers and artists alike a chance to alter fate for the characters of FFXV.
I made art for Pelna Khara, a character in Kingsglaive. He deserved so much more; I just wanted to draw him alive and well, enjoying a day off and some delicious food.
In 1935, Hachikō died in Shibuya, Japan. Hachikō was an eleven-year-old Akita Inu. He was taken in by one Hidesaburō Ueno, an agriculture professor at the University of Tokyo. For over a year, Hachikō would meet Ueno at the Shibuya train station when the professor arrived home from work. Hachikō would be there right when the train was to arrive.
In May 1925, the professor had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage while at work and died; clearly, he didn’t make his train home that day. Hachikō was at the station waiting, and was certainly confused. But because Hachikō was a dog, and dogs are fucking amazing, he didn’t let that deter him. Hachikō came back to the station at the same time every afternoon for the following nine years, nine months, and fourteen days right when the professor’s train would have arrived.
While humans have dogs, we certainly don’t deserve them.
The grave in the background is Professor Ueno’s; Hachikō is commemorated with the stele in the foreground.
