My big lovable oaf, Moxie, turns 42 today (that's 6 in human years). He has either been in my face or by my side since the day I came home from the hospital with Mom and Dad.
He doesn't understand the concept of personal space, he wants to be as close as possible to me or my parents at all times. His nickname should be "Velcro".
We would like to think that there is some intelligence behind those gentle, droopy eyes of his, but again and again he has shown that he is perfectly content in his role as sweet and dumb. It also helps him to be the effortless comedian that we have come to love.
This picture was taken the day after the big hail storm in Texas when I was a week old. Dad looked out the window and yelled "Buddy, you are in BIG trouble", but he couldn't stop laughing long enough to stay mad.
Mox doesn't realize how big and clumsy he is, so Mom has to keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't
accidentally sit on top of me or knock me over with his wagging tail.
Now that I am eating yummy solid food, he has taken a special interest in my hands and face. He is constantly sniffing for a hidden lump of sweet potatoes or pears.
Here he is sitting in his favorite spot near me (Mom wanted me to note that this is not her hairy chest in the background).
We love our loyal boy, and look forward to the next 6 years!
My big lovable oaf, Moxie, turns 42 today (that's 6 in human years). He has either been in my face or by my side since the day I came home from the hospital with Mom and Dad.
He doesn't understand the concept of personal space, he wants to be as close as possible to me or my parents at all times. His nickname should be "Velcro". 
We would like to think that there is some intelligence behind those gentle, droopy eyes of his, but again and again he has shown that he is perfectly content in his role as sweet and dumb. It also helps him to be the effortless comedian that we have come to love. 
This picture was taken the day after the big hail storm in Texas when I was a week old. Dad looked out the window and yelled "Buddy, you are in BIG trouble", but he couldn't stop laughing long enough to stay mad. 
Mox doesn't realize how big and clumsy he is, so Mom has to keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't accidentally sit on top of me or knock me over with his wagging tail.
Now that I am eating yummy solid food, he has taken a special interest in my hands and face. He is constantly sniffing for a hidden lump of sweet potatoes or pears. 
Here he is sitting in his favorite spot near me (Mom wanted me to note that this is not her hairy chest in the background).
We love our loyal boy, and look forward to the next 6 years!
1 comment:
Um, maybe you shouldn't post any more pictures of your Dad's pasty white hairy chest on your blog, OK Kelsey? You wouldn't want to get a spanking for that, now would you?
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