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My Dog Family – restored

I’ve had a whole lot of 35 mm printed photos (452 to be exact) lying in a large shoe box in my cupboard for many years now.

On Saturday the 16th of February 2013 I hauled them out and decided to convert them into digital copies.

Many are out of focus, stained and faulted in other ways. However, all reveal great and special memories.

This post and others to follow will showcase some of these photos.

I used my Canon 550 D (flash-off) set on a tripod to take a photo of a photo. Magic Lantern “audio remote shot” was used to avoid any shake on taking each shot.

A number of speckles and stains were removed, but I did not want to spend too much time restoring each photo where and if required.

Here is a follow-on of a previous post where Charlie featured using the “old & restored” photos.

Tags “love caring family motherhood” have been employed as you will see Charlie being “mothered” by B (before she grew up and looked after Roscoe – last two photos).

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Roscoe 2 – restored

I’ve had a whole lot of 35 mm printed photos (452 to be exact) lying in a large shoe box in my cupboard for many years now.

On Saturday the 16th of February 2013 I hauled them out and decided to convert them into digital copies.

Many are out of focus, stained and faulted in other ways. However, all reveal great and special memories.

This post and others to follow will showcase some of these photos.

I used my Canon 550 D (flash-off) set on a tripod to take a photo of a photo. Magic Lantern “audio remote shot” was used to avoid any shake on taking each shot.

A number of speckles and stains were removed, but I did not want to spend too much time restoring each photo where and if required.

Here is a follow-on of a previous post Roscoe using the “old & restored” photos.

Tags “love caring family motherhood” have been employed as you will see Roscoe below being mothered by Charlie.

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Hot Roscoe 2

This post once again features the one and only fearless (only if there’s no thunder) Otter-swimmer and Sardine & Apple & Tomato eater: Roscoe, who visits the beach; usually once a week.

He gets very hot (overheats) sometimes; especially now in his “old man” years.

A cold shower sorts the “heat” problem out.

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When he is super-hot he just lies under the shower and doesn’t really want to go anywhere.

The air-conditioner (large mouth now missing 2 teeth) is usually desperately trying to cool the lazy-bones body.

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Hot Roscoe 1 appeared in response to “Happy Rusty” by Conor Cullen. Another post, aptly named Jackson (the snow dog), played a small part.

Hot Roscoe

It’s after midnight but I couldn’t resist processing some photos I took a week or two ago. Then I got sidetracked.

No new post was actually planned and then I saw “Happy Rusty” by Conor Cullen.

Rusty looks very happy and is seen galloping across the sand. He appears to be dripping wet and some water is seen in the background of the photo.

I thought it might be a little cold in Conor’s valley (Ireland I believe) but Conor quickly assured me that Rusty’s coat is geared for this climate.

Now at about the time I was tying a return message to Conor, Roscoe, my faithful Staffordshire X-Terrier, who is recovering from a near heat stroke at the beach, saw the photo of Rusty and immediately barked out a few orders at me.

One order was “let’s get some sleep” and the other was, “but first send Rusty some photos of me at Durban Beach, South Africa where the bloody temperature was 34 degrees centigrade the other day!”

The photos below were taken with a Blackberry 9700. I tried to improve them a little with Picasa and PS.

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PS – late edit to this post:

I saw Jackson (the snow dog) in the snow this morning (and quickly shutdown before Roscoe could see).

However, I will let Roscoe know that Rusty isn’t in the coldest place on earth right now.

Roscoe

My name is Roscoe. I was born in 2002.

When dad is cross with me he calls me: “Rascal”.

Staffordshire Bull Terrier x Boerboel they say.

Dad says I’m a mixture of whatever was going around the area over a period of time.

When I was young I quickly grew bigger than my dad’s size 8 shoe.

I was born into a large litter and from a young age was a bit of a loner.

My mom was very cheeky. I visited her a year after leaving home and she shouted at me!

I think my dad had a hard time with her mood swings.

I look like my dad but have my mom’s chest design.

My sister Jessie is thinner than me. Who knows where she is now.

My first playmate was an Airedale.

My life-mate is Charlie. She is now in dog-heaven.

I really miss Charlie and so does dad. But we make up for it by loving each other even more.

One day soon I will show you a video of how well I can swim and bite a swinging tyre.

Adiós.

PS – when I got big I had a girlfriend called Zille: click here.