When I met Todd, he had a Red-Nosed Staffordshire Terrier named Moses. Moses was the most well-behaved dog and was just plain awesome in every way! Moses has always been much more than a dog to Todd, he has been like a child. Todd picked him out right after he was born, helped wean him and everything. Once we had been dating a while and were living together, Moses became my steady running partner. He would run 3 to 5 miles everyday with me and I never needed a leash. When he saw me put my running shoes on he would go berserk and wait panting at the front door.
One morning, after we got back from running, I let Moses stay in the back yard for a few minutes, while I ran upstairs to get some water. When I came back down, Moses was gone. I looked all over the yard for him and called his name like a million times, but he did not respond. I started to panic. I spent 45 minutes running through the neighborhood calling for him – this was so not like him and I was really getting scared. Finally I broke down and decided it was time to wake up Todd and tell him. I was crying so hard and I went into our bedroom, he woke up immediately and asked what the hell was wrong.
I started crying even harder and could barely talk, I said “I can’t find Moses” – before I could even finish my sentence, Todd was up and running towards his truck, he didn’t even realize that he was completely naked till he was half way there. He jumped into his truck (after putting on some clothes of course - get your minds out of the gutter) and took off and I continued running through the neighborhood on foot, crying the whole time. Todd drove up behind me and said he could not find him and to get in the truck and we would go call the local animal shelter.
We got back to the house and went upstairs. I was still crying like a basket case, cause I had lost Moses, who meant more to Todd than anything. Cliff (our roommate) heard all the commotion and came out of his room wiping his eyes, muttering “What the hell is going on?” Before Todd or I could say a word, Moses came out of Cliff’s room yawning. That damn dog had gone up the back deck stairs, scratched on Cliff’s door and climbed in bed with him. We had spent two hours freaking out for nothing. If you could have seen the look on that dog’s face, like “what’s up guys? what’s wrong” – Ugggghhhhh! I could have killed him – but was SO DAMN thankful that I had not lost him. Todd and I may have never ended up getting married if I had!
Moses is almost 11 years old now and is still a big ham. I read an article this morning about a Pit Bull attack that actually made me smile, because for once it wasn’t the Pit Bull that was being blamed. It made me think about wonderful Mr. Moses!
In a muddy field just off Salter’s Creek Road in Hampton, Edward Alexander was attacked by three pit bulls. The attack has left him with deep gash wounds on his back, legs, and shoulder.
Alexander is blaming the dogs owner for the attack that occurred last week.But the dogs owner says Alexander was trespassing on private property and that Alexander provoked the attack.
Animal Control agrees with the dog’s owner and says that Alexander provoked the attack.
The health department is making the dogs owner keep the dogs inside for 10 days…as a precaution for rabies. That standard whenever a dog attacks someone.
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