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Nicknames: Mo, Little Who Feet, Mo-Mo, Mo Jo Johnson, The Hairy Little Bone Stealer, the Mo-lenator, My Little Mo Bear
Likes: Treats, being with My Person, the Jazz-Mom, and The Stupid
Pet-Peeves: All men, especially Scary Boot Man, anyone coming into my house or my space, Austin
Favorite Toy: Anything Jazz has
Favorite Food: Anything Scary Boot Man is eating
Favorite Walk: Around the house
Best Tricks: Jumping into the Jazz-Mom's lap to steal Jazz's bones, sit
Arrival Story: Mo was a gift to my daughter from her Dad. Jazz was to be hers, but he and I bonded during his illness, and he proved to be a one -person dog.
So, to make our daughter happy, her Dad decided to procure a puppy. He purchased a puppy sight-unseen from somone he worked with. He then sent a friend to pick up the pup. The friend selected our Mo. Sending a friend to choose your dog is not something I would have done, but the result was wonderful- Mo became ours.
Bio: Mo was in terrible shape when he arrived. He was sickly, skinny and flea-covered . The groomer was afraid he might not be able to tolerate the flea bath, but without it, he would have become more and more ill from anemia, etc. After many vet visits, he did get better. He was so ill during his first months with us, we had to keep him separated from Jazz. So he spent most of his time in his Girl's room. As a result, he was not socialized properly, and to this day still has a fear of men. He also suffered from separation anxiety for the first few months, and chewed up an entire bathroom. He had an emergency gastroscopy to remove staples he ate. Then he had surgery for liver shunt at the University of Tenn. After that surgery, he gained weight and his fur got fluffy. He's a funny little guy- very protective of me and my daughter. My husband has tried everything to make friends with Mo, but Mo cannot abide him, nor any other male. Mo is affectionate when it suits him, but he is not as fond of cuddling as is Jazz. He is our hairy little sweetheart, and the best watch dog around!
Forums Motto: I can steal any bone or toy I want.
The Groups I'm In: Cesar's Dogster Pack, Pawsome Pages
The Last Forum I Posted In: Jazz has passed away
Yesterday while Mom was at work, Jazz ,Joy and I sensed there was something outside. We sounded the alarm relentlessly, and finally My Girl looked outside. On the porch was a gigantic black snake.
Boot Man came and put the snake in one of our carriers (!). He took it far away and let it go.
When the Jazz-Mom came home, she said we are heroes.
I am mostly recovered from my roll down the stairs, although I am giving Boot Man a wider berth than usual. He was most contrite and has offered me many samples of his food as peace offerings. And I hadn't realized how much the J-M loves me. She has really been giving me affection and I must admit, it is quite enjoyable.
I think it is so funny how the yorkies make such a fuss while getting their nails done. I sit still and the Jazz-Mom does my pedicure in a jiffy. Jazz and Joy whine, and wiggle and the J-M has to wrap them up like mummies and the whole silly ordeal takes forever.
Last week Boot Man came home with his arm bandaged from bicep to wrist, and since them he hasn't been going to work. So, naturally, I have been getting quite the vocal workout, following him back and forth to the kitchen and through the house, barking my opinion of him and his scary boots.
Yesterday morning, I guess he'd had all he could take, because he shouted at me. I was at the top of the stairs, and in my haste to get away from him, I lost my footing and tumbled all the way down the stairs.
Boot Man called the Jazz-Mom at work, even though he thought I was OK, and she came home, and held me and wet me with tears. I think she was not very happy with Boot Man, because she gathered up our food, water and leashes, and drove us in her car to the hayfield creek.
The hay is long and lush and nearly ready to be cut, but Milton had cut the grass all around the picnic area where the two creeks meet. The Jazz-Mom sat on the hammock the whole afternoon, and watched us run happily around in the grass. It was a wonderful day.
This morning, I was so sore, I could barely climb the stairs. The Jazz-Mom gave me a pain pill in some cheese, and I feel better.
Oh, and Boot Man has been very very good to me since yesterday.
I give him a hard time, but it was he who brought me to live here, and he who is good-natured enough to let the Jazz-Mom sleep with all 3 of us in bed with them. Plus, he paid for my liver surgery and keeps me in kibble and bullies.
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