Dog-bothering, etc

We had a print of Arthur Sarnoff's The Hustler hanging in the outside lavatory. The eye-watering failed perspective of the pool-table; the way the camp spaniel in specs appears to be wearing a bow on its head; the excrutiating arrangement of doggy digits to hold a pool-cue - you can almost hear the crunching and snapping of bones on the artist's model: any length of time contemplating this anthropomorphic outrage is a uniquely painful experience.

Anyway, here's Jonathan Jones on Jack Vettriano.