memories

Anniemay is knitting a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel.  Well why not?  

The colour scheme is that of a Blenheim (chestnut and white).  It's quite a technical challenge, but then she's that sort of person.

I was planning on posting an old photo of our dog as an extra, in order to show those unfamiliar with the breed, just what she'd taken on. But the original colour image no longer exists.  All I have is a b&w version, made much later (see extra).

There are a couple of reasons for this.

One day Apple decided that I - and lots of other people - were no longer taking photographs. It decided that we were making memories instead. And to make the task easier for me, they killed off my editing programme - Aperture - and left me with Photos instead.  

And then the hard drive that my Aperture library was on, up and died.  The original image died with it.  And so it goes.

About 10 years ago I wrote a poem in memory of the dog.  I still have that.

My dog is like a red, red rose
His smell is over-powering
His ancestors cannot be Wolf
He sees a cat – he’s cowering

He’s such a fussy eater
I have to feed by hand
His ears flop in his water bowl
I tie them with a band

He cannot chase a rubber ball
Won’t even fetch stick
The only thing he’s mastered
Is a disappearing trick

He will not win a major prize
Though he has looks a plenty
I fear his brain is just too small
Either that or empty

In spite of this I love him
He’s my dog, after all
Though he is on the small side
And I am on the tall