1987 ~ July 21st 2003
the perfect dog ~ even people who didn't like dogs liked Moss ~ ten years after he left us we still miss him every day
When God had made the earth and sky
the flowers and the trees,
He then made all the animals
the fish, the birds and bees.
And when at last He'd finished
not one was quite the same.
He said, "I'll walk this world of mine
and give each one a name."
And so He travelled far and wide
and everywhere He went,
a little creature followed Him
until it's strength was spent.
When all were named upon the earth
and in the sky and sea,
the little creature said, "Dear Lord,
there's not one left for me."
Kindly the Father said to him,
"I've left you to the end.
I've turned my own name back to front
and called you Dog, My friend."
On Skelwith Fold caravan park, Lake District shortly after he came to live with us in '91.
(.... and after his fur had grown back!)
|Re-homed from a farm near Bala
from a farmer said to be retiring.
Came with a luggage label attached saying only: "4 years old. Barks a
lot, good with cattle". Curious, as he'd supposedly come from a farm
Much of his fur, in particular his tail, was so matted and tangled it had to be cut off. A yard dog, his neck was raw with jumping against a chain. We have little doubt that he'd had things thrown at him to shut him up. His adverse reactions indicate that his previous owner was probably left handed, wore a hat and hit him with a stick.
The saddest day was when I took him to school to meet my Becky. He sat by me in the middle of the playground, waiting. The bell went and he perked up, alert at the sound of the children coming out. Becky ran to us and went to greet him. He ignored her, his stare fixed and intent on where the other children were coming from. The children dispersed, the noise subsided and his expression changed to one of sadness. I had to lead him away dejected. Of course, we never knew who he was looking for, although it would most likely be a grandchild of his previous owner. I never went to school with him rather than put him through that again.
Walked submissively on a lead but apparently never socialised with either people or dogs. When the other dogs play-fought he would run into the house in fright. He'd been warned off sheep. Became distressed when taken close to them.
Then one day his herding instinct switched on and he turned out to be the perfect soft-eyed, gentle sheepdog. Could walk a flock down a field as slow as can be and with total control as he didn't pressure them. The perfect lambing dog. That farmer never knew what he'd lost.
Even people who didn't like dogs loved Moss.
With the other three in the back, Moss was obliged to always ride in the front of the car (wearing his harness, of course).
Dec '91 ~ 4 years
Aug '92 (5 yrs) ~ by Alcock Tarn
May '93 ~ Moss at 6 years
Dec '93 ~ having a cuddle!
May '95 ~ monitoring the street
it's a great life being a dog!
with the girlfriend by the pool
'96 ~ caught on speed camera!
Moss, Blencathra top, Oct 2000, 13 yrs
Moss spent three seasons of the year out on the patio.
Moss at 15 yrs
May 2003 ~ Stow Fen, almost 16 yrs
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