I entered the pound and was greeted by a cacophony of howling, barking and crying. everyone just wants out. everyone just wants to be loved. each and everyone of them, that’s all they would die for. there were several puppies, each more adorable than the last or the next. I spent a whole afternoon there. when I drove down to see this one dog, I couldn’t ignore the fact that even he she wasn’t going to be it, someone would be. I knew that whom ever I did not come home with, would not make it another day.

I walked several dogs and the least likely candidate at first, looked up at me and picked me out of the crowd. he was calm, scared and pleaded at me with a look that seemed to say, I am better than this place, take me away from here! and get me away from this stupid angry brother of mine.

so he came home with me. first so scared and worried I was going to leave him again, he quickly started to come out of his shell and play happily with anything I handed him. in the first couple of days he’s already learned to sit and go potty when I tell him to.

it’s a staggering feeling to have someone regard you as their mom. even with James around, Moose doesn’t want me out of his sight. he’s adopted me as his mom. I have forgotten how great it is to have the companionship of a dog. I have also very quickly turned into mom, that I hear everything he is doing in the back of my awareness. I discipline him, I feed him, I worry about him being sick, or if he’s poop isn’t perfect. I still worry terribly that he may have gotten something from the pound as he was so young when he got there and has been there for a whole month.

I really hope he makes it. in the short time we’ve been together I have learned him to be very obedient, calm, and very quick to learn new things.

bless his heart, keep my fingers crossed!