Nicknames: Mosers, Moseypoo, MOSE-ass, MoJo JoJo, Bubba, Bubby, Little SHIT-zu, Cuddlebugs, Panda Boy, Beast, Beasty, THE Beast, Mommy's Little Shadow, Moseypoo, Mossybutt, Sweet Little Boy, Dummy
Likes: puppy treats, tummy rubs and his toy girlfriends
Pet-Peeves: having his nails trimmed or feet touched by anyone other than his human, the cat, HATES mailtrucks and mailmen, UPS and FedEx trucks and can recognize them by sound, name and sight
Favorite Toy: He has two: One is his squirrel tail, the other is a long purple thing with a tennis ball at one end. He flips them around and & knocks them about a bit, then grabs them, rolls onto his back & juggles them while humping them. His fav. party trick.
Favorite Food: Natural Balance Duck and Potato
Favorite Walk: The five or so blocks in all directions from our house---this is his turf! He loves walking anywhere, though, really
Best Tricks: Moses can sit, lay down, give paw, "groove" (stand up and turn around multiple times), and "Leave It". Sometimes he gets so excited about doing tricks (or is it the puppy treats?) he will do them all in rapid succession multiple times!
Arrival Story: We were in Moses Lake, WA at the Northwest Junior Sheep Expo with our three children who were showing their lambs. We went to a restaurant after the competition at a truck stop near the highway with a Quality Inn or something as well. The kids (mine as well as the others from our 4H club) finished eating and went outside. I went to the counter to pay for dinner. Our friend Jan, who is also one of the leaders in our group, came back into the restaurant and as he passed me on his way to the bathroom, said, "Enjoy your new dog!" I said to him, "What are you talking about?" His reply was "Oh, you'll see." When I went out to the car I found my daughter Cyndi, who was about 14 at the time, sitting with her legs sprawled out on the sidewalk, holding this large ball of fluff. She looked up at me with a face like she was an innocent 2 year old and said, "Look mommy---isn't he cute? He's all alone and we can't leave him!" It was basically love at first sight. I inspected him---no collar, no tags, matted and dirty and very thin--but very friendly. We got him some water and some Gainesburger from the truck stop and fed him a little. I was worried about feeding him too much because I didn't know how long he'd been without food. After he ate and drank, he jumped up on the seat of the van, jumped up onto my chest and licked my face like I've never been licked. Then he moved to the front of the car and laid down on the driver's side floor, curled up his front paws and looked at me as if to say, "Okay....let's go!" I put up some signs in the area--the restaurant, truck stop, the motel, with our number describing him. I told the kids that we'd see if anyone would claim him. We drove to the Tri-cities to see their dad and discussed names. Cyndi, my daughter, wanted to call him "Kittleston" because we found him on Kittleston Road. We tossed some around and I suggested Moses, since we had found him in Moses Lake, and because the name means "drawn out of the water." I said to the kids that it seemed to fit because we drew him out of a parking lot there. They started coming up with nicknames for him and the name was pretty much settled. We still had to convince dad, though. We got to his apartment, and Cyndi walked into the bedroom holding him. My husband Tom said, "What is That?!" Cyndi replied quick as a wink, "A dog--isn't he adorable?" I explained how we came across him. I said we'll give him a bath and see what happens if anyone claims him. So we bathed him (he was sooooo dirty) and combed him. And after he dried a bit, Tom said, "He cleaned up nice, huh?" The kids and I looked at each other and we all grinned. We knew Moses had won him over! The next day I called the Moses Lake Animal Shelter and reported him, and they said they would let me know if anyone came in looking for a dog like him. After a couple of weeks, they advised me that no one had made an inquiry and that we could keep him if it was a good match for us. I said, well, he's a part of the family now and we're not giving him up at this point. We've had Moses now for 6 years and he is God's precious gift to our family. He has connected us and made us a stronger family. Our son Joe came up with "The Moses Voice" which is a special voice he only does for the dog. He has an uncanny ability to be able to read Moses' thoughts and talks for him in the most adorable voice. When my son Joe and daughter Cyndi couldn't get along as teens, they could talk to each other for hours as Cyndi and Moses. It was so fun to watch. Ben, our youngest, is more of a cat person, but loves the dog as much as the rest of us. Tom spoils the dog absolutely rotten. Moses is most attached to me and is My Little Shadow. He doesn't care where I'm going as long as he can go, too. Moses has some abandonment issues and trust issues with strangers (major white coat syndrome) but has never had any problem with us, except for separation anxiety and depression when I have to leave him for more than an afternoon. It has been so worth it to us to work with him through his anxieties and neurosis, because he is an amazingly intelligent, protective, spunky, fun and quirky dog who loves to cuddle and give kisses. We can't imagine our life without him now.
Bio: A consensus of veterinarians in our town of Pullman, home of WSU veterinary school, is that Moses was about one, no more than two years of age when we found him, making him about 7 or 8 years of age now. He is some mix of Llaso Apso, Shih Tzu and Tibetan Terrier, although from pictures I've seen, he looks most like the cross breed of Shih Apsos. He has characteristics of all three breeds. He is about 25 pounds, somewhat between the size of a Tibetan Terrier and a Lhasa Apso, but with definite Shih Tzu coloring and slight underbight.
Forums Motto: Here I am!
Stuff and Nonsense: Joey does the talking for me. He seems to just know exactly what's on my mind! The cat's boy is Ben, Cyndi is my walking buddy, mommy is Paula, daddy is Tom, the cat is Nala, and I love my family! Except the cat...
Hawoh! Guess what? Huh? Guess....you'll never guess....but guess! My daddy came home today with Joey! I'm so excited!!!! My daddy took me for a walk, but I wanted to go for a ride in his car. After our walk, we all got to go for a ride. And guess where we went? To COUGAR COUNTRY! (Do the Snoopy Dance). I love Cougar Country. I always get a big doggy treat there! When they opened the door to the car, I jumped in really fast to make sure that I got to go. Then, on the way, my mommy put her crutches between the two front seats in daddy's van, and I was in the back. This was not good! When I ride, I need FULL FRONTAL ACCESS! I have to sit on my mommy's lap and put my head out the window. She had to move her crutches so I could ride in style! They were soooo slooow at Cougar Country. I had to wait, and wait, and wait, and wait to get my puppy treat! Uggh. Sometimes training people is so hard. We got delicious hamburgers and shakes and brought them home. Yum, yum! Joey is going to be my personal assistant for a day or two and take my dictation. He always knows what I want to say before I say it! Should be fun. We're going to get Dogster Plus so we can add more pictures and music to my page! Well, I gotta go play with my squirrel tail and get my bedtime scratch. And watch the rest of the presidential debate. I don't know who I want to vote for. Talk to you fools later!
Aruuf! Hey, haveyou heard? I'm a dogster daily diary pick! Oh, I'm so excited---I had to do a psycho run! What's a psycho run? Well...it's where I get so worked up from my mommy being excited or playing with me that I tear through the house running around things and objects in figure 8's and other shapes (mostly figure 8's), all while trying to evade my mommy or daddy's attempts to catch me. Ha ha...I'm too fast for them! They can't touch this. Noooo way. I'm a speed demon...speedy gonzalez...super dog. Speaking of superdog, I love the way my scarf blows behind me when I'm in the car and stick my head out the window....I'm the original super mutt!
Okay...now that my excitment has been most adequately expressed (and I'm panting in a heap) I'll tell you about my day. It was a most excellent one---leisurely wake up, lying out in the sun on a beautiful day, a car ride, and a walk dowtown with several satisfying bowel movements. We stopped at Taco Del Mar where we had a snack. I don't like enchilada sauce, but I love fish tacos. Enchilada sauce...blyeack. It was a great walk, even though my mommy was on crutches. Of course I wore my new red harness...I'm a stylin' dude. I could teach Tim Gunn a thing or two. I do need my nails clipped, though. They were a bit clink, clink, clink, clink on the sidewalk.
HAwoh! Today was one of those lazy Sundays. I didn't do too much today, except lick the frosting off the floor from my mommy's cupcakes---AND she gave me the empty peanut butter jar to lick clean---YUMM-MY! The biggest news is how much I love my new harness/halter. I don't want my mommy to take it off. It's my new bling--like my jingles. Have I told you about my jingles? Those are my tags and whatnots on my collar. They jingle very pleasantly when I move around, and I love them! I get very depressed when anyone takes my collar and my jingles. I think it might be because for a while I didn't have a collar or a home, and now I have a wonderful home and family, and my collar means I'm not going to get separated from them. Well, now I have my new bright red harness/halter, and I totally dig it! I snap at my mommy if she tries to take it off. It's mine now! Tell my mommy to get busy and knit me a sweater, too....