Two years, I cannot believe it has been two years.
Two years of ups and downs- each day a new and exciting adventure. As a first time dog owner, I think it is safe to say that I’m still a bit of a ‘newbie’ when it comes to the task of pet-parenthood. I spent nearly my entire childhood yearning and praying for a dog, and finally, a month or so before my nineteenth birthday, I brought home that ever so coveted ball of fur.

Enter Moose
, a lively and vivacious shihtzu:

shih tzu

(a snapshot of moose playing in the garden just the other day)

A breed chosen for its minimal shedding- so as not to aggravate my father’s allergies.
You see, growing up, my parents weren’t exactly what you would refer to as dog people. And it wasn’t until I was legally an adult, going to school full time (as well as holding down a steady part time job) that I was finally able to convince them to let me bring a puppy into our lives. Naturally, from the beginning, I worked diligently with this young canine- determined to transform him into the most obedient and mild-mannered pooch there ever was. In retrospect, I am certain that my obsession with Moose achieving his doggie-PHD status had more to do with my parents than Moose’s general behavior.
But eventually, Moose and I grew to enjoy our doggie-training escapades and were eager to push the boundaries on what was canine-ly possible.

 I would have never guessed just how drastically this little 10 pound dog would come to transform my life.

Eventually, it was suggested to me that I pursue therapy dog work with Moose. I was apprehensive at first, not because I doubted Moose, but because I doubted myself. I’d never been much of a people-person, and the prospect of visiting the sick and bedridden made me incredibly nervous. But Moose was so good with others; a perfect gentleman to everyone he encountered.
Ultimately, I concluded that I shouldn’t let my own misgivings stand in the way of Moose’s natural gift.
So, with a bit more preparation, training, and help from many supportive friends and teachers- Moose became a certified therapy dog.

Moose visiting one of his nursing home friends.

Which brings us to the present; just a girl and her dog, taking on the world one day at a time.


5 thoughts on “About

  1. Hi Elisa and Moose of course. I’m afraid I have to epathise with your dad, just a bit. It transpires that I am allergic to some dogs although I didn’t discover my condition until we got Sandy, a pedigree bitser. The doctors advice was “get rid of the dog”. Of course we didn’t. Sandy has been gone a while and we are only looking after Pippa for a short time, while her mum is in hospital. I understand your long time hankering for a dog. They are such good friends and you should be proud that Moose is not only looking after you but is also helping others.. All the best Bob.

    • Thanks so much Bob 🙂
      Thankfully, my father doesn’t seem to have too much of a reaction to Moose. In fact, the two of them have grown into quite good friends.
      I’m sorry to hear about Sandy, I cannot imagine what it must be like to lose such a precious member of the family.
      Wishing you well,
      Elisa and Moose

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