A Dog Blog

You ever have one of those nights where you have a bad dream and it wakes you up only to keep you awake?
 Yeaaaah well it's after 4 am and 3 hours of sleep/trying to sleep have left my brain thinking too much. 
  It's time to write! 

I haven't really said much about my
Dog. Ahhhhh, where to begin? 
This is Moxie! I rescued her just over a year ago at Christmas time. She had had a bit of a rough life prior to my adopting her. A lot of neglect and abuse left her roaming free in the country side for weeks in the cold, eventually ending with her capture as well as amputating the toes on her front paw, it's the paw I adroitly refer to as her communicating paw. 
I call it that because she uses it to smack my phone out of my hands when she wants my attention. We communicate a lot. 
  This picture is a recent decent. 90 lbs and 4 years old, still thinks and acts like a lap puppy. 
  I had been looking around for a dog online and I had seen the pictures and bio of Mox, and admittedly, she looked a little... Smaller? Less girthy? She's a tank and the day I drove out to visit her she was overweight a bit and looked massive. I was wearing steel toed boots and she just trundled over to me and sat on them. I actually felt the steel cup give. Impressive first meeting to say the least. 
  Needless to say, I fell in love with her snorty goofiness. She sounds terrifying, I'm not going to lie, but I've learned what her noises mean. She has a particularly worrisome chuffing noise she makes but that's usually her happy to see me
After a long day noise. She's stoked! She snorts loudly when she's pissed with my choices. When I kick her off the couch or out of my bed for kennel, ignore her too long, hog her blankets, pillows, freshly folded and cleaned laundry bed of hers. She snorts a lot. 
She has a bit of a lazy eye that kind of makes her look dumb but she constantly amazes me with her high level of intelligence and understanding. I've rarely had to tell her how to do something more than twice unless it's going for a walk, then it's an endless battle, an exhausting exercise of pulling and dragging and correcting.  She's exuberant and I try to allow for that but she's also a large girl and a very smart girl that can seem scary to people who don't know her. The sooner I get her heeling and behaving better with new dogs around, the happier all parties will be, I think. 
  Work in progress is all. She's a real sweetheart though and always draws attention. 
  I secretly think that all my friends on social media just tolerate me to see pics and video of Moxie. I don't blame them though, she's kind of ridiculous. 
Sometimes she sucks on her nubbin paw  like in the previous picture.  
Sometimes she just wants to hold my hand for awhile. 
...and sometimes she just wants her humans to know that, hey, I fuckin own you now! That's just how it is, that's not a face to argue with. 
Although Moxie is an American Bulldog (a Mastiff breed), someone (my idiot neighbour) called animal control on her in the summer and I went through a very stressful time of having to try to convince them that she wasn't a Pitbull. The Animal Control people had her in for viewing and measurements (she's literally twice the weight of any terrier breeds) and eventually conceded that, although they think she has pitbull blood in her, it's not enough to banish her from the city. 
  That was a tough day but a big victory. I didn't realize what Mox had come to mean to me and how big a part of my life she had become until that moment when I might have lost her. 

  She's my Dag! She farts and sometimes makes drool bubbles when she must have some of my pickle or part of an orange, she hogs blankets, twitches and kicks in her sleep,incessantly licks my pillows before I go to sleep (ugh), and likes to jam her face into my armpit to wake me up too early in the morning. 
Yeah, she's my pup. 

















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