Roving in pastures new

I'm quite proud of this picture of Muttley, it seems to capture him well. It was taken at my dad's birthday party about three Saturdays ago. [I've re-inserted the picture and made it a bit bigger; as a mark of respect]
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He's not known for his pleasant aroma, or intelligent conversation or even any basic form of sense.
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All the people who live up our road know him because he chases their cars as they drive past. As we don't have sheep, that's his job, he lets people know that he's there.
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He loves to play football, and he's a right menace when we try to chop wood. He'll stand there barking with his head almost on the block. My dad says he's telling us, 'the bark (on the wood) is too rough'. Usually, the best way to get some peace is to throw a stick for him to chase, that allows just enough time to swing the splitter before he's back again, barking his head off. It takes twice as long to get the wood in with Muttley around.
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He also loves to ride on the tractor with my dad, in fact, when he was younger, he would happily sit on the tractor on his own all day watching the world go by. If he's really lucky he gets to ride in a car, he knows that he's really arrived when that happens and sits almost human on the front seat. The downside is that it usually means he's going to the vets, which he hates.
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Another of his foibles, on a summer's afternoon when we sit in the garden Muttley will disappear down the field and come back half an hour later soaking wet. He likes to swim in the pond, which is one of the reasons why he doesn't smell very nice.
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Most of all, being a pack animal, Muttley likes to be part of the family which he has been since 1992.
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Alas no more, he dreamed of chasing his last rabbit on Sunday and was buried near the pond.
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Muttley (Herbert, Mungo, Rover) Bosworth - August 1992 - August 2005, farewell old friend.