Maggie, Steve, and Tarka camping
Iím a lean dog, a keen
dog, a wild dog, and lone;
Iím a rough dog, a tough dog, hunting on my own;
Iím a bad dog, a mad dog, teasing silly sheep;
I love to sit and bay the moon, to keep fat souls from sleep.
Not for me the other
dogs, running by my side,
Some have run a short while, but none of them would bide.
O mine is still the lone trail, the hard trail, the best,
Wide wind, and wild stars, and hunger
of the quest.
--Irene Rutherford Mcleod
Born - May 14, 1995
Died - September 23, 2002
"The Little Gentleman"
a loving companion, and a special member
of the Emerson family.
He will be missed by all of us.