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It is an amazing phenomenon, the transformation between the excitement
of seeing the noble Scottish Deerhound with all his muscles taut,
his eyes keen and alert, head up, neck and loins arched, ready
to give chase
to the beautiful Highland Red Deer, a formidable stag more than
twice his size and with deadly antlers, a task of courage for which
the Deerhound was
bred through the mists of time; and the other half of his nature,
that of the couch potato who can sleep dead to the world for hours
on end.
Maybe that trait too, was inadvertently bred in, the result of
Deerhounds over the centuries trying to find a warm sleeping spot
on a fur rug in
front of a roaring fire in those draughty, cold Scottish castles. The idea for this piece came when I was staying with a Deerhound acquaintance where the focal point of the canine community in her house was an armchair of a wonderful shape, hotly vied for by a horde of little dogs and several Deerhounds. I couldn’t resist getting this idea into wax, translating the armchair I had seen into an old, lumpy, worn leather but desperately comfortable one, adding the carved roaring stag relief on the back for a touch of whimsy, despite the nagging thought that bronzes had to be of a serious subject. The Couch Potato
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