Critics were less certain at first: “Their technical competence, particularly the later ones in the series, and the sheer cheek of the project, save them from Cruft’s sentimentality, but watch out for a rash of ‘Dog’s Dinner’ headlines,” wrote Jon Stock in The Independent in 1995. The exhibition and subsequent book, Dog Days, was successful, particularly with the art-going public, and seen as a charming departure from Hockney’s usual subject matter. Hockney began capturing them sleeping, eating, curled up together, and (somewhat bizarrely) sitting upright, little front legs dangling before them. Looking at photographs of Hockney with the dogs, drawings of them are seen on his studio walls, and he is more often than not embracing or gazing at them. Small models of the hound dotted around the kitchen and sitting room, vintage photographs of famous sausage dogs, a comb fashioned like a dachshund, and a calendar of the breed could all be spotted in his home. The image of prissy creatures living a cosseted Los Angeles life is shattered with Hockney’s wry comments like: “They’ll eat anything I eat and I’ll eat anything, me” and “I just let them run round naked, don’t I boys?”Īs well as the portraits of Stanley and Boodgie that Hockney created, his colourful California house was also apparently filled with dachshund paraphernalia. Though obviously beloved, and oftentimes sassy – they refused to go outside in the rain, for example – Stanley and Boodgie were not spoiled. If I go to bed, they go to bed”) and eat lunch at the same time as him (1pm). They would trail Hockney’s every move (“If I get up, they get up. A famously loyal breed, dachshunds form strong attachments to their owners, and Stanley and Boodgie were apparently no exception to the rule. Boodgie is more of a loner,” he revealed in 1995. Stanley will follow me everywhere unless it is raining or someone is doing food. “The dogs do have different personalities. At a time when Hockney was isolated by the loss of four close friends to AIDS and his deteriorating hearing, it seems he found solace in both the company and depicting of Stanley and Boodgie. Their cushions were in Hockney’s studio, and they took to sleeping his bed, too. The pair lived with the artist in California in the 80s and 90s, frequenting both the beach and a local park in the Hollywood Hills often. Hockney’s love of dogs began in childhood with his family’s mongrel, Paddy, and he was inspired to buy a dachshund puppy after “ in love with” his neighbour’s, so Stanley arrived first and Boodgie two years later. The dachshund (or sausage dog, as it is of course colloquially known) has long been a popular breed: Picasso had Lump, and Andy Warhol had Archie, for example. “Only the owner could have painted that,” he said, referring to the intimate portraits, to The Telegraph at the time. His extensive study of them – which was three months in the making and required meticulous planning on behalf of the artist, who set up easels around his house in order to capture them quickly in various natural poses – is testament to how he cherished them.

At the time, the dogs Stanley and Boodgie were eight and six respectively, and Hockney’s adored companions. In 1995, David Hockney – the iconic artist known for his captivating, pastel-hued portraits, Pop Art paintings and vivid landscapes – staged an exhibition at Yorkshire’s Salts Mill entitled Dog Days, comprising 45 paintings of his two dachshunds.

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