When I adopted Moxie, I was told she was a Yorkie/Maltese mix. As she grew, I began to question the Maltese part, mainly because she had such a short snout. I’ve always been curious about her heritage, so I was thrilled when she received a Doggy DNA test for Christmas!
We all had our guesses about what she might be. We were certain of the Yorkie portion, and guesses on the other part included Pekingese, Shih Tzu, and Brussels Griffon, to name a few. It took about 3 weeks to get the results and the answer was nothing any of us had guessed!
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At 8 weeks old, Moxie had an upset tummy and the vet prescribed an oral medication. She hated taking the medicine and she would “cry” afterward. She would also act mad and wiggle away from me. Video is only 30 seconds long because I couldn’t take it. I had to pick her up and try to comfort her. I’m happy to report she does not hold this incident against me.
Moxie, my ferocious guard dog, has saved the day once again! I was working at my desk when she came over and jumped into my lap. As I pet her back, something squishy stuck to my hand. Looking closely at the smeary glob, I noticed there were little black legs attached to it! Moxie had crossed paths with a spider. And killing it wasn’t enough for her. To make sure it knew who was boss, she rolled all over the body when she was done. Ick! Bleh! Eww! Gross! Not enough soap in the world to wash away my heebie jeebies.
While I was making coffee this morning, I heard a scratchety-scratch-scratch sound coming from the living room. I knew Moxie was involved somehow, so I called her name. When she didn’t come, I walked over to see what she was up to. I found her sticking her head into the entertainment center, sniffing and acting anxious. My first thought was, “Oh *#@%! Not another mouse!” There is a lot of construction going on in my neighborhood and the mice are fleeing the fields like crazy.
In a tone eerily similar to Faye Dunaway’s, “Tina! Bring me the axe!” line in Mommie Dearest, I hollered upstairs for my son to bring me a flashlight.
Fully expecting a rabid mouse to dart out, I shined the flashlight into the entertainment center. I was so relieved to see that Moxie hadn’t cornered a mouse. She had hid a toy bone back there and couldn’t quite reach it! This dog is such a nut! She has never missed a meal in her life, yet she has a such a strong instinct to “bury” all of her edible chew toys.
While we are on the topic of mice, I have to say that I have finally come across a better mousetrap. I’m terrified of regular traps. I snapped my finger once, so now, I can’t touch them. I’ve been using Tomcat Snap Traps and they are amazing! All you do is pinch down on the back end and the trap is set. There is absolutely no risk of hurting your fingers. I spread just a tiny bit of peanut butter in the center and the mouse is usually caught in less than a day.
For anyone following the Moxie and the Orange Ball of Fury saga, look what I found! After months and months of searching for a new Orange Ball, my 13-year-old daughter pipes up and says, “You know, mom, you bought that ball at Stater Bros.” ARGH! Such a teenager! She knew all along and never said a thing!
I suppose she could argue that I never specifically ASKED her if she knew where I could purchase a new Orange Ball, but really! I think inadvertently withholding information that would make your mom’s life a little easier should be punishable by a whole house vacuuming. Or a backyard doggie clean up. What do you think?