Duffy was the cutest puppy we have ever seen. When we 1st saw him in Ohio, Duffy was the largest and the most ornery of the litter. I think that's why we picked him out.

When he was old enough to be separated from his mother we took him home. On the way home, whenever we stopped to let him out heads turned just to get a glimse of Duffy. Strangers would come up to talk to us. This has been typical of Duffy all his life.

Duffy learned to obey commands well. He was able to do sit, heel, come and stay. I was teaching him to jump obstacles when about that time we found out that he had cataracts in both eyes. We took him to several vets and ended up in Pittsburgh at an eye specialist.

Even after surgery and weeks of treatment Duffy still ran into things. Unfortunately he was never cautious and would run into things all the time.

When we moved to our farm we though that would be the best place for Duff because he could run around in a fenced yard. But how ironic it turned out because on October 22, 1984 Duffy was killed after being run over by a truck in his own driveway.

We had lots of good times with Duff and lots of upsetting times. He'd knock down Cayla because he couldn't see. He'd bark up a storm whenever he was around cars and he would take nipes at my leg or hand whenever we would leave.

He turned out to be a good watch dog. He liked to go on car rides and really appreciated the steak bones we would give him.

Duffy, Old English Sheep Dog, 1980-1984. We loved him dearly... and we will miss him.