Mom made it safely here this time (despite Oregon choosing to throw up cyclones in Bend and earthquakes off the coast), along with Lili and Daisy (Lili's sister.) It's becoming increasingly obvious to me that Moose has spoiled me rotten, though.
Moose has always been my pup. Well, from the moment I found him shivering in the garage after a night outside (he ran away the second he got out of the car - we searched everywhere in the neighborhood without luck, but I left the garage door open for him, and the next morning, when I woke up, he was resting in a pile of laundry, looking up at me like "what took you so long?") After that, he was a mama's boy, through and through. Especially after my diagnosis, he became my familiar, always on my lap or by my side, a comforting, loving shadow.
Lili, on the other hand, is going to be work. Right now, she's still bonded with Mom, and she's ok with occasional lap time, but both Lili and Daisy are active dogs - always moving, always running, their jewelry jingling everywhere. I figure she and I will become friends eventually - I have patience and I have treats, and with those two things, you can rule a dog's world. But it's not going to be easy, the way it was with Moose. I'm also going to have to be more wary than I have been. I made the mistake of taking my eyes off breakfast this morning, and Daisy almost made off with an entire piece of ham. Moose has always been polite about food - he might whine, but he won't take off with it unless it hits the floor. Of course, once it hit the floor, all bets are off. Daisy, however, does not seem to have Moose's compunctions. It's going to be an adjustment...
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