meet moses

My parents & Sam knocked on our door on Sunday with a cute little 8-week old Westie dog  [a west highland terrier – just like the dog we grew up with] in tow.   It was quite a surprise to hear that they got a dog at this stage in their life but he’s a cute little guy & Nate is SMITTEN.  He played and played with Moses and was heartbroken when he had to leave.  On Monday, we made a special trip to Grandma & Grandpa Marz’s house to see Moses and feed him.  After Nate poured the dog food in the bowl and started watching him eat . . . he says, “guys, you’ve got to come see this.  this is amazing!”

Today he spent the entire day with Grandma and Moses while I went to work.  As we were driving there, he asks me if he gets to spend the whole day with Moses.  I said yes and he responds with a very excited . . . “oh boy!  oh boy!”

He had a blast with Moses today.  He was my mom’s little helper.  Having a baby dog and a baby Ryan all day can be a little much – all Moses wanted to do was eat Ryan’s socks off his feet so Nate did a great job of just playing with Moses.  Nate cried when we left . . . apparently 8 hours with a dog isn’t enough.  I’m just glad grandma and grandpa got the dog!

You’re probably wondering how he got a name like Moses.  Well, my dad always said if he had a son he’d name him Moses.  And he never got a son. 

Welcome to the family, Mo.

 

[sam is quite a fan of Mo.  She’s been dog-sitting a lot this week for my mom!  But starting in a week in a half she will be a REAL nurse at a REAL hospital.  GO Sam.  I knew you’d get the job].