Come With Me for a Tattoo of King Chooch!
Thanks to @sk.tattoo._, @quite_frank_lee, @epacefkd, @michael.weney, and @tcharlton12! You guys are the best! @jake_thebarber, ty for getting me a quick appt w your boy!
Losing King Chooch hit harder than I ever imagined. He wasn’t “just a dog”—he was my shadow, my comfort, my best friend. For years, Chooch was by my side through everything—good days, awful days, and every moment in between. So when he passed, the silence was crushing. My mornings weren’t the same without his eager eyes watching me sip coffee, his paws tapping the floor as he followed me room to room. I knew I needed something permanent to carry him with me every day. And that’s when I decided: I’m getting a tattoo of King Chooch.
The idea felt right. A tribute, a way to memorialize the love and loyalty we shared. I reached out to @jake_thebarber—my go-to for anything real—and within hours, he had me locked in for an appointment with his guy. That guy turned out to be @sk.tattoo._, a true artist. From the first sketch, I knew I was in good hands. The detail, the shading, the expression—everything about the design captured Chooch’s essence. It wasn’t just a dog face—it was him.
Big thanks to @quite_frank_lee, @epacefkd, @michael.weney, and @tcharlton12 for being part of this journey. Whether it was hyping me up, coming with me to the shop, or just being there to laugh and cry through the process, I couldn’t have done this without you guys. You kept the vibe light while I held back tears, watching my boy come back to life in ink.
When the needle started buzzing, I felt nervous—but also ready. Every line etched into my skin felt like a piece of our story, a symbol of the bond that never really ended. The pain? Worth it. Every second. As the hours passed and the tattoo took shape, it felt like healing. A little closure. A lot of love.
Now, on my arm, is King Chooch in all his glory—his soulful eyes, his noble little face, immortalized forever. I catch myself staring at it, feeling him closer. People ask about it, and I get to tell his story again and again. He may be gone physically, but he’ll always be part of me.
So yeah, come with me for a tattoo of King Chooch. Not just ink. Not just art. This is love. This is memory. This is forever.
Chooch, I hope you know—you’re still walking beside me. Always will be. 🖤
