"Daddy git yer gun, it's a WOLF!"
This is Moonie, one of Jeff's malamutes. I will be bringing her in to have a minor growth removed on Friday. When he brought her in to be evaluted today, the vet said that she is past the average age for her breed. On borrowed time. This made me feel a little sad, she and I have quite a history. Like the times she stole my shoes and left them in the yard out of jealousy when Jeff and I moved in together. And of course the many cats, opossums, and raccoons she murdered, much to my dismay! And then there was Maaa-ary, the sheep... In spite of all this, I have to agree with everyone else's verdict that she is a good dog, of unusual intelligence and loyalty (unless of course there is a sheep to be chased ;) So keep her in your thoughts. But don't worry too much, 'tis merely a flesh wound ;)
posted by Nicolita at 4:08 PM
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The way I remember the story, Uncle Jeff asked Joey what the new dog's name should be. That was many years ago and Joey's vocabulary was limited. One of nature's wonders that had captivated Joey was the night orb. One of the words that he could say (failrly well actually) was moooooon. He could draw it out and make it sound polysyllabic. So, when Uncle Jeff asked what the puppy's name should be, Joey said: Mooooooon[ey]. With an 'ey' added so it could be like Joey, I suppose.
+Peace
Update: Moonie is fine, she ripped out some of her stitches the other night tho! I had to convince her to let me come at her face with a pair of scissors to cut off the dangling part, and she was surprisingly cooperative. Heck, I would've had trouble sitting still for that!
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