Mocha

Mocha enjoying playtime in the snow.

There is something about going from having one pet to having two, something hard, something that makes you question your sanity and your decision-making skills. Since Moose passed in May, Luna’s life had become pretty quiet. Despite regular walks and outdoor adventures, she spent most of her time sleeping or curling up in her chair, gazing longingly out the window. Interpreting Luna’s malaise and apparent boredom as a cry for canine companionship, we reached out to the local shelter. There, we were introduced to a young Australian shepherd/lab/something-else mix named Mocha. We knew Mocha had been at the shelter for three months. The shelter indicated that Mocha was not house-trained and had been living freely on a reservation for most of his life (read: wild and unsocialized), chasing cars and anything else – not exactly drawing in the potential adopters. However, it was immediately apparent that Mocha did have some … Continue reading…

Project 52.5 – I’m Adopted!

Moose and Misty

It’s not what you think. In fact, this post has nothing to do with parents. Since “home” is as much about family and the people we spend our time with as it is about a place or a feeling, I thought I’d introduce the two that adopted me into the family almost immediately upon meeting. I’m not talking about Mike and Scout (sorry guys, I’ll get to you in a later post!). I’m talking about the ones that accepted me into their home after just a few days, a slew of kind words and caresses, and a handful of bonding walks around the property. Yes, I’m talking about Mike’s dogs. These two have done more to make me feel at home out here in the country than I can possibly put into words. When I first met them, it was June and Misty had recently rolled in something dead. That … Continue reading…