Reykjadals Stikla Run (a.k.a.
"Rosie" - female, short hair,
true tricolor) was
born in August 2004 at Borg Farm, Iceland. We
are so grateful to our friend Brynhildur Inga
Einarsdottir for letting us bring this beautiful
puppy to the United States. She has a wonderful
pedigree and will bringing fresh genetics to the
Icelandic sheepdog gene pool here. Stikla Run
represents the very rare "O" family line of
Icelandic sheepdogs. To view Brynhildur's
website visit
To view Stikla Run's pedigree, click here.
Stikla Run joined our family October 7th when Daryl returned with her from Iceland. Her name "stikla" means ";jumping lightly over
stones/rocks in a stream; and Run
(which should have an accent mark on the "u" but with my keyboard I can't make one!) - anyway "run" means
"rune" and is pronounced like "rune." She's a beautiful dog with an independent personality. She's extremely inquisitive and friendly. Her favorite
thing to do so far is to be carried around! She acts like a little princess and my daughters (and husband) treat her like one!!!

I see her often sitting on the other side of the fence with her nose to a sheep, or just outside the chicken coop watching the chickens. What I am
impressed with is that she does not bark at them, but rather seems to really enjoy watching them (as if they are her own entertainment center).
But when I took her into the field to move the sheep, she was right there, eagerly barking and driving them forward. After Stikla Run was here
for about a week, we were somewhat frustrated because she would not come when called. It was awkward to yell out "Stikla Run" across the
yard. So after much thought and discussion about a nickname that she might respond to, my daughter Amy said "she looks like a Rosie to me."
So I said "here Rosie" and the pup's ears perked up and she turned her head. After two days of calling her Rosie, the name "stuck" and she now
comes every time she's called. She's a delightful dog and we are very happy she is with us.

The photo below is of Rosie's dam & sire, Hrifla & Mori, shown in their native Iceland, photo courtesy of Brynhildur Inga Einarsdottir. Thank
you Brynhildur!!
IN MEMORIUM... I can't believe I have to write these words about our beloved Stikla Run (who told us her
preferred call name was "Rosie").
.. our dear beloved pet died in October 2008. She was perfectly healthy, went to
bed as usual one night, and the next morning she did not wake up. Because we were so shocked by her sudden
death, imagining that she must have had a heart attack or an aneurysm, we took her body to Michigan State
University for a necropsy. To our horror and dismay, we found out that she had injested a rat poison, warfarin,
which causes massive internal bleeding. Please note that
we do not use rat poisons on our farm(s) because we
have pets and children. And Rosie did not get out of her backyard, so she wasn't "wandering" and "accidentally"
found something. We hate to believe that she may have been deliberately poisoned by neighbors, but that's a
possibility. However, a friend who had put out rat bait up in the rafters of her barn, found the bait in a lane
outside her barn, which her Great Pyr was working on chewing up. She believes it's possible for rats to drag
these bait traps around, since she found hers this way. So to try to have some faith in humans, I am hoping that
this was an accidental death, and that perhaps something like this is what happened. I would caution anybody
who has dog, cats and children to
not use rat poisons. Yes, rats and mice are annoying, but to lose a beloved pet
to this poison is so horrible, that it's worth finding other methods of trying to get rid of rodents. By the way, her
Great Pyr suffered a bad stomach for several days after eating the rat poison - but she was of course, much
larger than Rosie. I believe Rosie is still watching over our farm, laying in her favorite sunny spot, surveying
her landscape.

This morning a lovely young lady sent me a copy of the poem
RAINBOW BRIDGE, which I had not been able to
find (thank you Skylar). For those who are not familiar with this poem, it speaks of the sadness of loss of
beloved pets and always brings some measure of comfort to read.