He was advertised as a Shi-Zu, but he’s actually a Lhasa Apso.
When I met him, Mos was malnourished, had a skin condition, a hernia, and was (and still is, apparently), allergic to life. Nevertheless, it was love at first sight.
He was rescued from the streets of one of the Carolinas. His long hair was matted, and he was hungry. He was then adopted by an abusive family in MD. They ignored the recommendation to repair his hernia, treated him poorly, and ultimately returned him to the rescue organization, claiming he was agressive.
I reckon that if one is kicked around and not fed well, one might get a bit cranky.
It’s been a year since Mosey joined our family.
We’ve been through so much together, it really feels like it’s been much longer.
We’ve driven cross-country, just the two of us.
We’ve battled his health issues.
He’s kept me company while The Commander was away.
I’ve comforted him during time of pain and trauma, and he’s done the same for me.
We’ve tackled a Pitt Bull.
Seriously, I tackled a Pitt Bull to rescue my boy. In retrospect, it wasn’t the wisest thing I’ve ever done, but I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
He makes me smile and laugh, every day.
He runs from the neighbor’s Chihuahua, but strolls by the Pitt that attacked him like nothing ever happened.
He’s terrified of flies. And farts.
He snorts while he sleeps.
He has no interest in chasing or fetching balls or sticks, he’d rather pull apart a ball of yarn.
He growls at The Commander, then snuggles up to him.
Recently, he started doing this:
…which makes me laugh, out loud, every single time I see him do it.
I’m so grateful for my furry friend.