We had an interesting alarm clock last night around two in the morning. From a deep sleep, Jess and I were jolted awake to howling. This time, it wasn’t me doing something strange in my sleep, it was Moose. Apparently, Moose was having a bad dream or a dream where near a fire engine siren.
I said, “Moose!” and he woke up and blinked a couple times, obviously just as confused as I was; he recoiled himself and went back to bed.
We couldn’t get mad at the dog for that, with out heartrates racing, we had a good laugh and went back to bed. Just for the record, howling is not a good thing to wake up to.
Seeing as Moose rapidly tore through his lion and then subsequently an elephant (so quickly, I didn’t even get to take a picture of it)… we finally broke out his squeaky beaver. All plump and furry, he couldn’t help but nuzzle the hell out it. Almost two days in he hasn’t even disrupted a moist little hair on his snuggle buddy.
Of course, he is still prancing to and fro with it, placing it on his pillow and even setting it right next to his food dish when he eats–which is incredibly gross seeing as much as that dog drools and drops when he eats. I had initially thought that the beaver wouldn’t make its debut until close to the civil war, but with those sorrowful brown eyes peeking up at me from underneath his cockeyed ear… how could I say no. Plus, I’ll get some pre-civil war game pictures of a Great Dane mauling a beaver. Christmas comes early:
This past weekend, Jess and I were over in the ‘Burn for my mom’s birthday weekend extravaganza spectacular. Of which it lived up to its name. While we were there my mom was trying to pawn off some of their new toys that they have for their dog Tolley. Now don’t get me wrong, Tolley is a wonderful dog and deserves every little thing he gets, but that dog is spoiled rotten. There are hidden caches of toys that would normally go to kids, but no, they are reserved for the furry among us. These toys are stuffed animals, ranging from squirrels and birds, to beavers and stretched out puppies. Graciously, my parents offered us a couple of toys for Moose because he loves Tolley’s toy so much (he seems to love them more when Tolley has them… or at least loves the opportunity to take them away from him).
Moose came home with a lion that sort of roars and laughs, and a beaver that squeaks. Ever since we got home, Moose has been completely enthralled and enamored with his lion. From the moment it came out of the bag, he has been carrying it around gingerly, being very gentle (except for the times when he tries to pluck out the hair of its mane). When it roars/laughs he bounces around the room then runs into the dinning room and back again, and I mean literally, every time. When he’s leaned up against the coach and starts to feel tired, his head dropping to the floor, he still doesn’t release his beloved lion. It sits comfortably (and moistly) in his mouth.
Moose also puts the lion to bed. I thought it was just an accident at first, but this lion has more rights to Moose’s beds than Moose gives himself. On the first night that Moose had his lion, I noticed that it was sitting in the middle of his bed in the living room, I figured that it was merely dropped or kicked there. Then, when I was getting read for bed, I walked into the bedroom to see Moose drop his lion onto his bed and then circle around it. This was all very cute and funny until the middle of the night when he would shift his weight and we would hear, “ahhhhh ROOOOOAAAAAAAR AHA HAHA HAHAHA!” It took me at least three times to figure out what it was. Even tonight, Moose plopped his moist little love-buddy down and circled up in bed. But what can I say, everyone needs to find that special someone… for some of us, it’s a three inch moist talking lion.