‘“The dogs do have different personalities. Stanley will follow me everywhere unless it is raining or someone is doing food. Boodgie is more of a loner,” he revealed in 1995. A famously loyal breed, dachshunds form strong attachments to their owners, and Stanley and Boodgie were apparently no exception to the rule. They would trail Hockney’s every move (“If I get up, they get up. If I go to bed, they go to bed”) and eat lunch at the same time as him (1pm). Though obviously beloved, and oftentimes sassy – they refused to go outside in the rain, for example – Stanley and Boodgie were not spoiled. 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?”’
Hockney, at Rising Glen, circa 1978, Michael Childers/Corbis via Getty Images