Two Years With Mosey

So, now we have been dog owners for two years. Last year I let you glimpse Mosey’s World and this year much of it is the same although in a new place. I am working on a new dog bed for him, though, which I’ll be eager to share as the simplest DIY ever here on the blog in a week or so–stay tuned!

Happy Mosey Day!

I never thought I would be able to understand a creature from a different species so well. I know Mosey’s idiosyncrasies, like when he really needs to go out versus when he’s faking– when he’s feeling antsy and wants to play, or when he hears another dog outside the apartment and his ears perk up because he wants to meet it.

I remember when we first got Mosey and he was six months old. We were making him sleep in the kennel instead of with us, and I would stay up all night due to his whimpering (he wanted to be in our bed!) I would get into staring matches with him, trying to assert dominance. The stress and adjustment of adding our new family member broke me down into tears on many occasions. What a lifestyle change it was! Doesn’t it sound silly now? It really was a huge step for me as I considered myself his primary caretaker since I am a lighter sleeper (to take him downstairs if he gets up at night) and during the day (Doug worked many more hours than I did). Now I still take him down at night, but Doug and I share duties during the day.

My first pet that didn’t live in an aquarium!
My first pet that could actually learn good and bad behaviors!

Happy Mosey Day!

Now that he’s older things are much better. We understand each other, more or less. I think I’ve gotten the hang of being a dog owner and I think he (usually) gives me the respect I deserve–when he can tell my tone of voice means no funny business.

He’s still a brat though, begging at the table and pulling on the leash. He’s not as well trained as he could be but he makes up for it in the morning when we sleep in together and he curls up in the crook of my legs, or when I’m on the couch writing on the laptop and he tucks his head into the crevice behind my back.

I love you, Mosey! I’m so happy to have you in our family!


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4 thoughts on “Two Years With Mosey”

  1. What a cutie pie! And don’t feel bad if he’s not perfectly trained, grey hounds and other fleet hounds, weren’t really bred for perfect obedience. Most trainers will tell you that they’re a bit notoriously difficult to train (but, like with EVERY breed, it’s possible!). As long as he is obedient enough to fit in well with your family, I think you’ve done a great job! =D

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