This is what started out as a small white dog, but grew into a monster in every way. He is tall, long, and bushy eyebrowed, none of which conforms to the breed standard, and all of which is opposite to all the other dogs of the same sort I have shared my life with before. He is laying kind of on his side, kind of on his back, on the best sofa (of course), supported by two cushions, one green in front of him and one red at his back, which he dragged into place with his teeth and moulded with his wriggling, His back legs are in the air at a jaunty angle (and, for once, his manhood is not so openly on view as it usually is), whilst his front legs are curved round, strumming his imaginary guitar with his right paw and fingering the frets with his left. And his mouth is partly open, like I guess you do when you play guitar, humming along to keep you in tune.