Reykjadals Móri

One spring when the lambs were being born and all sheep brought out to the mountain pasture, I went with Reykjadals Móri to check on them. As we walked through the pasture, Móri quickly stopped and sniffed around a small hole in the field. I called for him to keep going, but he refused, so I turned around to investigate what caught his interest. I saw nothing but this little hole and assumed there might be a mouse inside, so I told him to continue, but he still refused.

Since I knew my dog very well, I listened to him and tried to peek down into the hole, but I couldn't see or hear anything. I signaled to my companion and asked him to bring a flashlight and a shovel. Once I had enlarged the hole in the grass and illuminated it, I still couldn't see anything, but Móri was very curious. I lay down on the ground, stretched as much as I could into the hole, and felt something soft, so I grabbed it and pulled it out into the open.

There was one of the lambs (only two days old), dirty and scared. I hurried to read the tag and looked around for its mother, who was on her way up the mountain with her other lamb. I rushed after her. She finally stopped when she heard the lamb's bleating and came to me. The lamb was very thirsty because it just wouldn't stop drinking its mother's warm milk.

If it weren't for my dog Móri that day, the lamb would have died in that hole. We should always listen to our dogs because they know their stuff and have an excellent sense of smell.