The more people I meet, the more I love my dog. Every day I am reminded why I love him so much. I wake up to a husband who is running late and ranting about it. My dog, on the other hand, just wants us both to be happy, so, in that effort, he yips and wags his tail, which only causes my husband more frustration. In his own frustration, the poor dog wanders to a corner to hide and cry. It takes me a little while to get that tail to wag again. After all, he was just trying to help.
Three weeks before Christmas in 2008 at about 2:00 in the morning, my dog woke us up out of a sound sleep because someone was knocking at our door. He barged in front of me, as if to protect me from the individual who was knocking. My husband answered, and it was a local police officer informing us that my father in law had called the police because he forgot our number. My mother in law had suffered a brain hemorrhage and was in the hospital. We thanked the officer, closed the door, and calmed our ferocious little Lhasa apso. We raced upstairs, changed clothes, fed him and the cat, and raced out the door. We would have taken him, but the hospital would consider him to be a dirty pest. They might think he’s cute, but they would not want him in their ultra clean environment.
After visiting the hospital and verifying that his mother was definitely brain dead, my husband and I drove home and hugged our dog once more. At this point it was unlikely that little Moses remembered waking us up. What he did remember was that we left him alone for several hours and he missed us. He thought we missed him, too, so he greeted us at the door with his tail wagging.
My mother in law his since died, was cremated, and now sits in an urn in my father in law’s house. Someone tried to break in our house that summer, but, once again, our little dog saved the day. Our curtains were damaged, but no one got in. When I got home from work, I found parts of my curtains lying on the floor and the dog frazzled. Of course, we hugged him once again, gave him a treat, and informed the police of the attempted break-in. The officer agreed with us that he did a great job.
My dog’s name is Moses, and he was given to us awhile ago by someone who just didn’t have time for him. I refuse to say more because it wouldn’t be nice.
As I have gotten to know Moses, I have found, despite the individual’s insistence, that he is very trainable. He is a loving sweet dog who just wanted some attention and got little of it. I worked with him for months and now he sits, stays, dances, sings, shakes hands, and so much more. The best part is he looks out for me as much as I look out for him, unlike some humans I know.
My husband says the dog is spoiled; I say he finally has a loving home.