Peekaboo Dash of Class 'Dash' came to us at the end of 1996, we were asked to take care of him for a few weeks and he stayed with us until the end at 10 years of age. Dash was my dog, following me around everywhere I went, he could be clumsy at times a right scallywag on other occasions and fullof mischeif all the time. Just a lovable boy.
Dash could get himself dirty in a sterile room and had the charm to make you laugh at his antics, he tried his hand or paw, many a time at being a herding dog and I suppose in a way he might have made the mark if he had been properly trained for the job. I started showing Dash in the baby class and at that age he showed a dislike for shows as you can see in the picture below.
Over the years we had many a laugh at his antics, jumping into a small lake and nearly drowning because it was deeper than he anticipated, he found liquid manure and had a roll in the stuff, tried his hand at herding cows which turned out tobe bulls and I could go on for ever, he was our lovable court jester.
On one occasion he decided to round up some cows grazing on a field, unfortunately they were not cows but bulls and Dash was chased by a bull because the field had an electric fence and Dash was fortunately small in height, he managed to escape without injury but he had learned no lesson as he wanted to try again a day later if I hadn't stopped him.
Dash was X-rayed at 18 months and we shattered to learn he was HD-D and could not be used for breeding. I'm convinced he would have inherited good characteristics to his puppies as he was a very laid back and loving boy, there was absolutly no trace of aggression in him and very obedient on top.
Although he'd been shown a number of times and had two cards for the youth champion we decided to stop as there was no point in carrying on.
After we lost Capt'n, we looked about for another OES as a companion for Dash, with help from Gwen Moford we were lucky to find a puppy in Denmark 'Kikki Malou Estaban Von Rhodonit' or Hamish as we called him.
The boys got on well together and became the best of friends.
In 2004 Misty joined the family and Dash became her mentor, she seemed to look up to Dash being the older dog, in all the years we had Dash he never hurt a fly or showed any sighs of aggression not even when he was attacked he would beat a retreat and look on from a distance. With Misty he changed and when another dog turned on her one afternoon Dash came to her rescue you could have knocked me over with a feather.
Dash remained the boss up until he crossed the Rainbow Bridge in 2006.