no bone to pick with graveyards

I once dreamed I had a black dog named Gomez who followed me around like a shadow. Today it occurred to me that if I did have a black dog who would submit to such foolishness, I would love to paint him like a skeleton. How creepy/cool would it be to walk around Halloween night with what seemed to be a dog of bones tagging after. I think it would be something like this:


(subject quote is from Samuel Beckett)