Doggy hairs.

One thing I have noticed is that for a few weeks now I’ve woken up without any dog hairs in my mouth. Nor have I had to pick any dog hairs off my clothes during the day. Sad really.🙁

Janey running in the garden.

Found some old video of Janey playing ball in the garden. Think it was taken on a mobile phone about September 2014. The video size is only 640×360 at 25 fps and bit size is 4000kbs. But hey it lives!

Whilst copying images and video from various hard drives to a single hard drive (Yet Another Backup) I found the original video source. It wasn’t from a mobile phone but was taken with a panasonic sdr-h80 which uses a built-in hard drive.
The video details being:-

Duration : 1 min 15 s
Bit rate mode : Variable
Bit rate : 8 982 kb/s
Maximum bit rate : 9 510 kb/s
Width : 704 pixels
Height : 576 pixels
Display aspect ratio : 1.738
Frame rate : 25.000 FPS
Standard : PAL

So that’s nice to know. I’m sure the video camera still works but I’m glad I had the foresight to copy off the video to a past PC.

An image with hidden meaning.

Janey: Remember all those conversations at night when I had my head on your shoulder and you were stroking my head?
Me: We had so many conversations. Which one?
Janey: When I said that after I’m gone you should get another doggy like me to look after you.
Me: Oh yes I remember.
Janey: Well I said you’d have nothing to photograph on your walks without me and that when you were desperately needing me you’d photograph anything like the pigeons, food, paper-clips and a pencil.
Me: That’s right.
Janey: Well you’ve started. You’ve photographed a pencil now. You need another me. Maybe not as old as I was, but a bit older.
Me: But I don’t know when the time is right. I’ve always had signs with the others and with you.
Janey: I understand. You’re waiting for my sign. Don’t worry I’ll send you one and soon. Night night.
Me: Night or should I say for old times…”sigh”.
Janey: Sausages?
Me: 😥

A pencil
A pencil.

A part of Janeys route.

This was part of Janeys route over her number 1 walking route. I wonder how many times we walked this particular part of the route. It must have been hundreds of times. Yet she was always ready and willing to walk it again.

It’s where she first learned to walk off her lead and was able to runabout, always coming back when called.

Janeys route.