Being homeschooled for much of my boyhood education, the opportunities for reading were rather endless and I took considerable advantage of it. Being a rather voracious reader, I read everything I could get my hands on and I consider myself rather fortunate that my mother had and maintained a rather extensive library.
As a young lad, I was particularly drawn to stories of men and their canine companions and I even acquired my own wee collection of vintage books that contained stories of dogs and the like with my own allowance money. I was rather fond of Jack London, Jack O'Brien, and the like. So it might seem a bit odd that one of my favorite stories was an old book named Bob, Son of Battle or Owd Bob: The Grey Dog of Kenmuir, written by the author Alfred Ollivant. I am not sure exactly why, but I was rather taken with this story as a boy and I even sympathized with the "villain" in a sense. It also helped that the book was written in a dialect that I found rather charming.
In any case, you might be wondering what this has to do with Lambsfoot knives and I suppose you would be right to wonder. However, I was thinking about this book the other day and I was struck by the thought that the men depicted in this story would have surely been men who would have quite possibly been in possession of a Lambsfoot knife. They were, after all, shepherds of a sort and most definitely of the working class and in one case there is even mention of a "black-handled jack-knife". I wouldn't think it too far a stretch of the imagination...
Regardless, it is a childhood favorite of mine and I thought it would pair quite nicely with Rosie for a brief photo op.