This is the story of Rosby's top dog, a scruffy character called Louie who spent his years lounging in the vineyard and chasing visitors cars - especially that of winemaker Dave, who often stopped by to drink to the progress of the latest drop.

Both the dog and the winemaker sported obvious limps: Louie's from countless tumbles taken while snapping at black rubber; Dave's from a missing leg.

For years the battered duo would meet in a flurry of dust and paws and snapping teeth to limp around the vineyard together.

But one day the Gods decided that Louie had tempted fate once too often, and his old heart gave out mid snap of the winemaker's tyre.

Louie died doing what he loved alongside his faithful vineyard companion, so we ask that you drink to this curious limping duo and other friends passed who have poured their hearts into the making of these Rosby reds.