aving decided, soon after our marriage, to introduce a dog and settled on the collie, my
husband’s vet supplied us with a list of suitable local breeders. Welcomed with the words:
“COME IN • SIT DOWN • SHUT UP • CRUFT’S IS ON”
we are unlikely to forget our introduction.
It was a Sunday afternoon in February 1975, when my love affair with the blue merle was first kindled, an affair that has continued unabated ever since. That was the day Emma ambled into our lives, and having summed us up, decided life would be infinitely better with this pair of suckers than in the kennels she currently inhabited. Emma, Acorus Blue Anemone, was almost four years old when she arrived two weeks later to commandeer both our home and lives, changing each out of all recognition. Emma proved to be no keener on the show scene than she had been about kennel life, but her enthusiasm for her new life, high on the Saddleworth moors, became the inspiration for our affix, Emm’s Moor.
