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Remembering Mosby
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| His freshness, enthusiasm, happiness, and love made for a wonderful beginning of my day. He sat beside me every single morning with that great silver head of his on my lap, loving me. And I loved him in return. It was a special quiet time for both of us. I could never have imagined the void its absence would bring. |
| Mosby and the other Bouviers went to work with us each day. Mosby loved to con his way out of the office into the factory, where he could visit the plant foreman, who was one of his special friends. Sometimes we would play there, me running, him trying to catch me. I have an advantage because the sealed cement floors were slippery for him. He would finally catch me and jump and bark and body slam. Oh what great fun were those chest high Bouvier body slams. |
| Other times he could coax a walk around the building. That
was pretty neat too, just Mosby and his person. Mosby was up for anything and everything
- want to pull a cart? Oh, yes! Chase a frisbee, fetch a stick all afternoon, swim
- in the ocean, in the pool, or race down the middle of a partially frozen stream
during a winter woods walk, go on the Springer with or without Piper on the other
side, play 'Chase the Primate', round up a herd of sheep in a tight little ball -
then charge and scatter them so he can do it all over again, and race excitingly
over to us to tell us what great fun he was having, chasing Billy on the bike - or
better yet on foot so he can catch and body slam him. That last activity may have
been his absolute favorite. Afterwards he also came over, danced around and lathered kisses on everyone. It seemed so clearly to be his way of saying "Thank you, I'm having so much fun". |
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Contents |
Herding | Carting
| Intelligence
| Mosby | Compendium
| Doggie Training
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