This is Moose. He is my mom’s dog. He is currently domiciled at our house. He is supposed to be a “Miniature Schnauzer.” However, as you can see from that proboscis there is not a lot “miniature” about him.
He is a sweet dog. He doesn’t jump on you when you come home. He does bark and wag his tail madly though. He lets our dogs bully him at the house but at the dog park he barks and pushes his schnoz into other canine’s affairs.
Moose, the thirty-pound miniature, was born in Montana in a town called Helena. When I lived there, and my mom lived in a town nearby, I called her one day to tell her about an ad in the paper for Miniature Schnauzer puppies. Yep, I used to look at ads in the paper “back then.”
By the time we got there, there were only two left. So between the two, it was this little guy that stole her heart.
I mean, how could you not fall in love with that little guy and his snout.
So, his whiffer and all have taken up residence with us and though sometimes I think he wonders about us and tries to hide . . .
Overall, he is happy to be a Charlestonian now.