This page is dedicated to Rosie.
10.12.2000 – 22.12.2014
Rosie was, as they say, pre-loved. She was two years old when she came to join my Sheltie pack, which then consisted of two blue merle boys, Patch and Simcha. The photo above is the first digital picture I took of Rosie on a walk in “Great Wood” in October 2008. Note the muddy paws and dirty undercarriage.
Here she is with Heidi, heading up Latrigg. Heidi had joined the pack, which consisted of just me and Rosie, in November the previous year soon after the sudden and unexpected loss of Sim.
Rosie leads the way – Rosie was always the leader of the pack. She was the one in front. You never had to hang around waiting for her to catch up. She was always on the move waiting to see what, or who was round the next corner. One of secret names was “Scout” as she was the one that would head off first to suss out the lay of the land and investigate whether the neighbours were friendly or not. This did not always make for a relaxing walk as she leapt off Friar’s Crag and disappeared for a while only to emerge the other side mugging strangers for fuss or a treat. Needless to say, she was always the first to reach the summit.