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Rob Clarke
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Artist and Master of Scoot, the world’s sweetest all-American doggy. Scoot wants to show the world how happy he is being a dog, and how he doesn’t miss his old hum-drum life on two legs one bit. www.robclarke.net https://linktr.ee/robclarke00
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So here’s my idea for the opening credits of the Scoot and Master Show. I wonder what network I should pitch it to? ESPN, Animal Planet, BET? I hope someone picks it up ― after all, Scoot works for doggy treats and for me it’s a labor of puppy love.
Look who’s back in town —it’s Ranger! His Master must have taken him out on some top-secret mission, making sure our town is safe from anti-K9 types who can’t accept life on all fours.
What do you think of the new ‘stache he’s sporting? Personally, I think it’s rather fetching.
Dudes, be careful when selecting your Halloween costume this year - make sure that your mask has a label that clearly says it’s removable. You don’t want to end up being pumpkin-headed like this unfortunate doofus.
Dudes, take this as a cautionary tale not to be stingy in your Halloween treat-giving. If you are, you might get your eggs deviled. Last year, several daddies in my neighborhood had their candies snatched.
Did I ever tell you about the time years and years ago I was in a show at the Tom of Finland House in LA and got a leather make-over? For one magical evening I felt like Cinderella at the ball. Sadly, when the clock struck 5 AM I turned back to my mousey self.
Scoot knows where I’ve buried all the bodies. Years ago, I thought about making clones of my doggy to sell to his fans overseas. Unfortunately, Scoot’s synthetic litter-mates were like pale photocopies of photocopies of photocopies, and I ended up scrapping the project.
For me, this old drawing from the early 00s is fairly normal — just a big ol’ dude jerking off in a graveyard. (I think the face is stolen from a TOF drawing.) Future art historians might attribute it to me because “Mother” is written on the headstone.
I still can't believe that an actual publisher chose to turn this dark fucked up image of mine into a birthday card. I think they went out of business.
Prince Charming here used to be so proud of his big muscular body, so seeing his reaction to a witch’s handiwork in a conveniently placed mirror is a high-fucking-sterical. Although she’s left him his penis she has turned it green,warty and no doubt giving off a stinky discharge.
Did you know that Scoot has his own Discord channel where you can see all the artwork about him and his doggy pals and chat with his Master?
discord.gg/twW65TKT5A
Spooky season makes me think of this video I made last year - a self-portrait as a Scooby Doo villain.
Scoot loves getting lots of candy when we go trick-or-treating. Unfortunately, candy corn gives him a rumbly tummy, Tootsie Rolls make him constipated, and I have to be careful he doesn't gobble down chocolate bar wrappers. (I know, I know, dogs shouldn’t eat chocolate.)
To my big, strong Scoot, the nighttime world outside my gate can be a terrifying place filled with cats, raccoons, and young ruffians - never mind anything supernatural, like the spirits of dogs who got sent to that farm upstate because they displeased their Masters.
Scoot is an inspiration to the lads who knock on our door every Halloween. Most will tell you that they want to have their very own Scoot, but I know a fair number would rather join him on all fours. None seem to notice that our irresistible treats are shaped like dog biscuits.
It’s amusing to think that my sweet dumb Scoot has an internal dialog, but I suspect there’s not a whole lot going on inside his adorable doggy head. I think the techs at the Rescue Society believe in ‘keeping it simple’ when giving their subjects a K9 mindset.
From the archive, here’s an early off-model animation of Scoot. In this scenario, Scoot gets delivered via UPS instead of being picked up from the Rescue Society. This is absurd because everyone knows that UPS packages don’t have air holes and are often delivered wrong side up.
Since he’s been turned into a dog, Scoot’s eyes have been opened to the wondrous world around him. I envy how he takes pleasure in the small things in life - a sunbeam on his tummy, the sound of baby birds chirping, the intriguing scent of another doggy and potential playmate.
This made my day🐝
And OF COURSE I had to recreate this Rob Clarke piece. @robclarke00.bsky.social
Gosh, I miss newspapers - not only did they give us the local news, but they doubled as cheap wee wee pads for Scoot, because even good boys sometimes have accidents.
We celebrate Scoot’s birthday several times a year because my pup loves a party. Scott Cooper’s driver’s license says he’s 28 human years old, but I consider Scoot’s birthday to be the day at the Rescue Society when he opened his eyes and imprinted on me, his loving Master.
​​I was so proud of my dog Scoot when he graduated top of his class from Bark Busters Obedience School. I have to confess that when I picked him out at the Rescue Society, I thought that perhaps the techs had been a bit overzealous when they wiped Scott Cooper’s “hard drive”.
Friends, if you’re a pup parent like me, take my advice and spare no expense when it comes to feeding your pooch.  I only feed Scoot Barkingham Banquet from Château de Chew, which keeps him nice and regular, and makes picking up after the big animal a breeze. (Most of the time.)
Some uptight citizens want our local dogs to wear modesty panties because the sight of puppy low-hangers swinging free offends them. Personally, I love seeing Scoot’s fat plums bounce about while I take him on his walkies. And I know my pup would find panties unbearably itchy.
When Scoot’s in slumberland, I wonder what he dreams of? His old life wearing clothes and dating pretty ladies? Chasing squirrels in the park? Winning first prize at the County Puppy Parade?  Sniffing assholes at the park? Whatever it is, it puts a smile on his silly, handsome face.
Sadly, I doubt if I could squeeze into my Eliza Doolittle dress these days.
You can tell this is an old animation because Scoot’s penis isn’t securely locked up in a cage. Swinging free just distracts Scoot from being the good boy he desperately wants to be.  And he desperately wants to win first prize for his Master at the county dog races.