Our beautiful, noble Black Labrador was called Alleghany's Moses, otherwise known as Moses or Moishe. Moses died in August 2008 at the respectable age of 13. I miss him every day, but especially this past week, when we had a snowstorm.
Moses loved the snow. And especially, he loved to eat it. Did you ever know a dog who could take the place of a snow shovel and clear the walk for you by consuming the snow?
When we were out walking, I swear he tried to eat his way through the walk. It didn't matter if the snow was light and fluffy, the kind that won't stick together to make snowballs; great packing snow, the ideal snowball creating kind; or icy, crusty snow, the kind you think you could actually walk on top -- if it weren't for that big plate of spaghetti the other night -- Moses wanted to eat it.
But as much as Moses loved snow for consuming, he was not a fan of snow in the shape of a snowman. The only time he ever barked and growled when I had him on a walk was one winter evening, during a full moon, when Moses caught sight of a snowman in the middle of the lawn. The hair stood up on his back and he began to growl and then to bark ferociously at the unassuming snowman.
Anyway, that was our darling Moses -- who adored us and who loved to be loved. I saw a great training program for dogs that we shall definitely keep in mind for our next puppy, but just seeing it makes me miss Moses all the more.
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