When we put treats into the Kong, Mocha has learned that picking it up and dropping it will sometimes knock the treats out. Much to the annoyance of our downstairs neighbors, I’ll bet.
Here’s the sound of Mocha playing with the Kong: Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
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Another one of Mocha’s favorite toys as met with its demise today. How sad.
Mocha finally gnawed through the furry skin of the ball, tearing it asunder so the fuzzy innards could be strewn about. Gruesome indeed.
At least this one lasted several months. A stuffed, squeaky penguin we got over Christmas was disembowled in two days.
Goodbye squeaky fuzzy ball.
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That was fast. It took Mocha only two days to utterly demolish and disembowel his stuffed, squeaky Christmas penguin toy.
Check out the plastic bubble, the squeaky heart of the stuffed toy. He pulled that right out.
Wow. Just, wow.
For Christmas, we got Mocha a stuffed, squeaky penguin toy. Mocha loved it. He carried it around with him everywhere he went. At night, he would lovingly cradle it in his arms. And during the day, he’d nibble on its appendages.
Unfortunately, the nibbling soon become voracious. The poor little penguin toy is now sporting mangled limbs and a chewed-up nose.
Oh well. We didn’t expect this toy to last too long. At least Mocha is enjoying it while it lasts. Merry Christmas Mocha!
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Bark bark bark! Woof woof woof… woof? Woof. Woof woof. Woof… bark! Yip yip yip! Yip yip yip! Yip yip yip! Bark bark bark.
Translated from Dog:
Oh boy, I got a ball! Lemme chew on it… huh. It’s soft. And chewy. And… oh! It’s making a noise! There it is again! And again! I like this.
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It’s amazing how quickly Mocha has begun warming up to us and his new home. Maybe it’s the medication wearing off. Maybe it’s all the love and attention he’s getting. Or maybe it’s his emancipation. Whatever it is, he’s already playing around like he’s been here forever.
Treats in a Kong work pretty well, it seems. Unfortunately, he seems to get frustrated once he’s gotten the easy stuff out, then leaves the Kong along.
He just loves this rope bone. Mocha will grab it and toss it around, then roll on the ground and hold it above his face with his front paws. The rope bone is soggy with doggie saliva by the time he’s done with it. Gross.
Lookit him, chillin’ like a villain with his new toys. Dawww.
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After picking Mocha up from the vet, I walked him for a bit so we could get to know one another. I also wanted him to poop and pee before coming into the apartment. Fortunately, that seemed to work. No poop or pee in the apartment! Whew.
He cowered away from other people though, especially men. It made me wonder if he was abused earlier in his life. His tail was permanently tucked between his legs as we walked around. Poor little guy.
He wandered around the place, sniffing every little corner and crevice. Mocha was still nervous, so I tried to be as calm as possible. He eventually gravitated towards a particular corner and laid down.
This probably didn’t help, but I couldn’t resist taking lots of pictures. I felt like a new Dad who takes thousands of pictures of his first child. If we ever get a second dog, he’s going to have like just two pictures. Ever.
I played with him as often as I could, so he could grow comfortable with me. Being in a drowsy state, he entertained me a bit, then wandered back to his new favorite corner to nap.
At one point, Mocha got up, so I outfitted his corner with an old towel and some dog toys. He just sniffed them and laid down again. I think I had more fun with his toys than he did. That sounds dirty. I mean, I had fun arranging them around his head for my photos.
As expected, Mocha was pretty timid on his first day with us. He eat well though, despite being heavily medicated from the neutering operation. That was a great sign, especially since he was so emaciated. (I kept saying he was emancipated, to which Mia finally replied, “Well, of course he’s emancipated. He’s out of the shelter now, a free dog.” Hardy har har.)
Welcome home, Mocha! You’re a free dog now.
Mocha is a playful 1-year old 25 lb mutt we rescued from a local animal shelter. He loves to run, play, and eat. Don't you?
Mike is was the proud owner of this adorable little guy. We miss him terribly every day.
