Moira is the only survivor in a litter of 3 girls. She was delivered
to us, by cesarean, on Friday the 13th ( just my luck ..... ) .
She weighed 1 lb. / 3 oz. at birth and slipped all the way down to
8 oz. by the time she was 12 days old. I worked round-the-clock
to save her ~ with tube feedings, anti-biotics & lots of prayer! It's a miracle that she pulled through and was spared. And since she was given a longer " thread of life " , I named her Moira, which means
fate or destiny ( from mythology : the Moirae determine the length of life ) .
Moira is all I have from her mother, Vegas. Vegas was never
receptive to the males that I picked to breed her to. So after
a few unsuccessful attempts ~ the long wait brought us Moira .
Since we didn't have a Ziggy daughter, she's an extra special treat for us. She has her daddy's fun-loving temperament and a bit of
her mother's " princess mentality " , so she is fairly certain that she
is the most special dog of all ( and we usually agree ..... ha ).
She is not the prettiest dog that we've ever had, but her intelligence
is way above average, which is amazing considering her start in life.
She has lots of "drive" and loves her toys, but she's great in the
house. She's a bit over-joyful when people come to visit ..... but
she comes by it honestly. Her daddy & his daddy were the same
way. It's a trait that comes all the way down the lines from her
great-grandmother Collette, who also loved everyone
Moira ( like her sire ) enjoys moving cows, but we don't allow her in
the pasture because we would be forever heartbroken if anything should happen to our " one & only " . She has begun learning how
to curb her enthusiasm for sheep . . . . her favorite activity !
