Moose

Moose

Moose is a chocolate labrador retriever from Germany that was adopted by my husband's brother and sister-in-law.  He is a handsome guy with the sweetest personality.  Supposedly Moose is a purebred, but I swear, there has to be a goat in there somewhere.

Moose has definite traits of a retriever.

He loves to swim.

The doggie paddle is his favorite stroke.

His nose can sniff out food a mile away, like the pizza leftover by construction workers that was not even close to the sidewalk we were on, or the pieces of hotdog in the little boys' pockets that they were using as fish bait.  The worst is the dead fish head he found in the grass (I still have nightmares of his crunch, crunch, crunching as he devoured it).

There's nothing like a good fish head.

There is no holding him back once he gets a whiff of something.

The first episode of abnormalness (I know it's not a word) was soon after they had gotten Moose.  My sister-in-law was walking him and noticed his feces that day were totally white.  Upon closer inspection, she found it was the insides of one of the kids stuffed animals.

Then, my nieces' panties started coming up missing.  Most of the time they made it all the way through his digestive tract.

His latest conquest was a 12-pack of Charmin (double roll, no less).  I'm amazed he hasn't gotten a bowel obstruction.  

 What delectable morsel is under those rocks?

What's next, Moose?  An electric blanket?