It all began when Moxie was just a young pup, weighing all of 2 lbs. She inherited an orange squeaky ball from her predecessor, an 80lb rottweiler named Sadie. Sadie was too old for the ball and never really showed an interest in it. Moxie, on the other hand, hated the ball from day one. Whenever the Orange Ball came out to play, Moxie, normally a loveable little fluffball, turned into a tasmanian devil dog. Tossing this ball would set off games of stalk and chase and elicit blood curdling growls.
Finally, a year after their first encounter, Moxie defeated the Orange Ball of Fury. Tearing it nearly in half, the sad sphere went to it’s final resting place looking more like Pacman than a large squeaky ball. Every time I go into a store that carries dog toys, I look for a replacement. So far, I have not found a match for the Orange Ball of Fury. Things are pretty quiet around here now. But hopefully not for long. Every dog needs a nemesis and I am determined to find a new one for Moxie. (3/3/11 : Update)
Saturday was Moxie’s birthday. As a special treat, I dumped out her big bag of dog toys and let her have at it. That night, my kids found chewy bones under their pillows and in their closets. Apparently, Moxie has a very strong instinct to squirrel things away in times of plenty.
Moxie is usually pretty good about not chewing on things she shouldn’t have. Today, I decided to wash the blanket in her carrier and I found a treasure trove of doggie no-nos! There was a plastic bread clip, an elastic hair band, a couple legos, a gum wrapper and a guitar pick. Nothing was chewed, just stashed away like a little collection. Next time something goes missing, I know the first place I’m going to look for it!
My puppy, Moxie, a yorkie & maltese mix, is 4 months old now. At the last vet visit, she weighed in at nearly 5lbs (she was only 1.4 when I got her). She is such a happy-go-lucky little dog. She loves meeting new people and she always looks like she is smiling.