Messing about with the new/old aka second-hand 105mm Nikkor led me to copy an old passport shot.
She was just under two years of age and waiting to reach the magic 24 months before she could get her rabies shots and fly out to Spain.
She travelled there in the heated forward hold of the aircraft in a box to RSPCA specifications which, for a 72lb dog (not happy calling her a bitch) was quite large. On arrival at Palma de Mallorca airport she made her Spanish debut on the conveyor belt. My daughter who accompanied her on the flight (not in the hold) was left to manoeuvre the crate and then, once off the track, it was realised that weight was going to make it difficult to handle through customs. So, the dog was taken out of the box, she saw Ann (my wife) at the other side of the barrier and immediately started to drag herself and daughter towards the customs people, peeing the while with excitement and sliding with vigour on the tiles. To avoid further trouble they thought might be coming, the guardia shooed the entite kaboodle through and away, not even looking at all the meticulously prepared documentation.
Them were the days - oh to be in my forties again; sin duda, best time of one's life. Better believe it!