I think of dogs the same way as I do children. I like them, but there's too many obligations to do things I won't necessarily be arsed to do. And much like a child, I can't just fuck off for a few days and hope they're going to be ok. The cat, however, can and does fend for itself
This was in the Munch Museum in Oslo from a guest artist Vanessa Baird. There was a whole massive wall of this kind of thing. This one stood out as being the worst for me.
These are objectively the worst "art" I have ever seen. It was for sale in "Castle Fine Art" in Manchester. Why would anyone have one of these nonsense pieces of plastic, let alone a painting of one