Havey said she hopes her book captures the affectionate relationship between Shep and a town full of dog-loving friends.
Any sane person feeding Shep, that comes here and sees the review, will switch to a higher quality food. There are 15 red flag ingredients in this poor excuse for “dog food”. The only ingredients that aren’t red flagged, are the vitamin/minerals for cripes sake! SHAMEFUL.
I wish I could down vote this ridiculous post more than once. Feeding a dog waste products WILL NOT cure a ruptured ligament. How can you say “you can’t go by ingredients alone”? That is retarded. Ingredients are what makes up the food. A food cannot magically be better than the ingredients used to make it. And Shep is made from floor sweepings, that have no business being put in a so called dog food. The ingredients in Shep, belong in the TRASH, PERIOD.
Clear the Shelters: Shep the Dog with New Family
Shep, the famous toll-gate dog. -- Courtesy of CDOT.
A special breed of working dog, originally descendent from the pastoral dogs the Romans brought to England, helped move the large flocks of sheep over the Great Plains. Most were English Shepherds or Border Collies. They were used to gather and protect the herds' that grazed in the high country and open ranges of the west. The dogs were intelligent and independent. They could travel great distances to gather the scattered flocks, often far away from their handlers. The dogs were calm, steady, willing to please, and could be used to herd any type of livestock. Perhaps the most significant trait was the dog's bond with its owner. It was a lucky sheepherder that had a good dog for his best friend in the remote high country of Montana. As Shep's fame spread, people came from everywhere to see him, to photograph him, and to try and make friends and possibly adopt him. All of the attention was somewhat unwelcome; after checking the train he often retired quickly to get away from those who came to see him. Shep was a one-man dog. The bond he had formed with the herder many years before was simply the most important thing is his life. The railroad employees now provided food, shelter, and care. That was all he required, except his master's return. One such dog lived near the birthplace of the Montana, Fort Benton. During the summer of 1936 a sheepherder fell ill while tending his flock and was brought to St. Clare Hospital. A nondescript sheep dog followed the herder into town and soon set up a vigil at the hospital's door. A kind-hearted nun who ran the hospital kitchen fed the dog during those few days before the man died. The herder's family in the East requested that his body be sent back home. On that August day the undertaker put the body on the eastbound train for shipment to his waiting relatives. As the gurney was rolled out onto the platform the gaunt sheep dog appeared out of nowhere and watched anxiously as the casket was loaded into the baggage car. Attendants recalled the dog whining as the door slammed shut and the engine slowly started to pull away from the station. Head down, he turned and trotted down the tracks. On that day the dog, later named Shep, began a five-and-one-half year vigil that was only broken by his death.With renewed interest generated by the fiftieth anniversary of Shep's death, the community of Fort Benton organized a committee to produce a lasting memorial to their famous dog. One of the West's most renown sculptors, Bob Scriver, was contracted to create a heroic-sized bronze statue of Shep. Using photographs and a Shep "look-alike," Scriver developed a stirring resemblance to the admirable dog. He stands expectantly with ears cocked, tail up, and his two front paws on the rail. He gazes longingly down the track forever awaiting his master's return.