I’m not really a cat kind of person. Also I’m not really a dog kind of person. I’m more of a I want my house kept free of hair, odors, dander, messes and while you’re at it keep your grubby paws off my nice clean couch kind of person. All that said one can only hold out against one’s own family for so long. If my younger daughter really really wants a dog, so much so that my older daughter really really wants a dog and such that finally my wife really really wants a dog, then I too want a dog. That’s the order of things.
We could have done a lot worse. This is Moxie, she’s a 1-year-old teacup great dane.
That or a 50-50 combination of pug and chihuahua, but I’m going with the great dane thing because she only tries to take on dogs that are four times her size, minimum. Hence the name. The other name in the running was “Ironic Taco” which 7-year-old Joan came up with, don’t ask me to explain how or why. Anyway, welcome Moxie to the Pastry family home, long may ye beg for table scraps and bark willy-nilly at invisible whatever-they-are’s.
Some of you who’ve visited here before may be wondering whatever happened to our previous dog, Boomer. Well it’s the craziest thing. He turned out to be an alligator!