The dog in our family is Bailey. He's a 10-year-old English Springer Spaniel who thinks he's still 10 months old, jumping excitedly at visitors and chasing rabbits at every opportunity.
I see Bailey a lot. He lives with my sister, brother-in-law, nephew and niece in a house two minutes' walk away from me. I look after Bailey when they're on holiday, and I say hello to him at the unit where I have a studio above my brother-in-law's motorbike workshop. Sometimes I take Bailey for a walk at lunchtime.
One week ago Bailey fell ill. He stopped eating, started vomiting and lacked energy. You could see it in his eyes; something was seriously wrong.
It's a question that I ask myself frequently.
Given a choice, I'll always choose to draw a dog with its mouth closed and its tongue out of sight. I think it looks nicer. Classier. You wouldn't hang a picture in your home of a member of your family if their mouth was gaping wide open and their tongue was lolling out, would you?
Perhaps you would. Maybe you're a family of skydivers? Or you're related to Miley Cyrus.