Today is a sad & happy day. Sad for us because we had to say “Goodbye” to Mocha. Happy for Mocha because he’s found a great new family to take care of him.
We met the other couple today at Mocha’s favorite dog park. He took an instant liking to them, and they to him.
We took our time and searched long & hard for the right family. It makes us so happy to see that we’ve found the right family for him.
As we drove away, we watched Mocha playfully catching & fetching tennis balls with them. He was so happy that he didn’t notice we had left. Part of us wanted him to look over and notice our absence, but part of us also wanted him to be happy with his new family and accept them right away. It seems he will be doing that.
Goodbye Mocha. We love you, will miss you terribly, and will always remember you. We hope & know you will have a wonderful life with your new family!
Mocha had a stay at the kennel again the other day. These are the kind folks who put a bandana on Mocha after each stay. It sometimes kinda looks like a cape. Kinda like Mocha is… Superdog Mocha!
So here is the mighty Superdog Mocha! Lounging in his Superbed with his Superball, ready and eager for some… superfetch… superyeah!
I love playing a game of Hide the Ball. Especially in hotel rooms. Although sometimes the ball rolls out from under the bed, where Mommy and Daddy can get it.
Which means I have to scramble out and get it back, quick! Ahhh! Must get the ball back quick!
You know how babies carry around their favorite security blanket everywhere they go? That’s how Mocha treats his ball.
Everywhere he goes, the ball is in his mouth. Assuming we don’t put the ball away, of course.
If we’re about to take him out, he’ll run to the door with the ball in his mouth (then drop it before he goes outside). If we’re about to feed him, he’ll run over with the ball in his mouth. If we’re going to bed, he’ll climb into his bed with the ball in his mouth.
Speaking of being bored & mopey, Mocha is beginning to perfect his “Please won’t you play with me?” backwards stare. He’ll lie down spread eagle with balls in his paws, then look back at us with these big, sad doggie eyes. He’s a heartbreaker, this one.
