Dirty, dancing with a Moose.

Looking at those pics of the moose in undies really makes you realize how big he is. Those shorts are 30-32's and they barely fit on his hind end.

Dozer is doing great. After a couple of days dealing with the ice packs and taking his medicine he is looking good. Everything seems to be healing well and he is being his typical moosey self.

We have had heavy rain for the past three or four days. Dozer doesnt like taking the first step into the rain, but once he's wet he wants to roll in the mud or at least go hop in the puddles. I've been trying to stay outside with him to help reduce his mud wallowing. Its worked fairly well until today. The missus stayed home today and at some point he was left to play outside unsupervised. He decided to take advantage of the freedom and do a little solo mud wrestling. Cleaning his monstrous feet with a towel is one thing, but a big muddy Moose requires more serious cleaning. So, Moose got bathed today. He likes to take a shower, so sometimes I think he gets all dirty on purpose. The biggest problem is that he doesnt really fit in the shower. He has to stand diagonal, corner to corner, in the small shower stall. The showering process isnt too exciting but the drying is fun. It requires three to four giant sized towels. You need at least one on the floor and two to dry him with. He runs around the bathroom snorting and hopping around like bucking horse. We leave him damp and put some special lotion on him to help with dry skin and allergies. He hates that part and attempts to curl himself into a corner. When you apply the lotion he starts hopping around and tries kissing and nipping at you. This creates a dance of sorts as you try to stay in step with him so you dont get your toes crushed and continue to do something between the Cotton Eye Joe and a Salsa routine to get the lotion applied.

Once he's free he normally finds a nice place to lie down and rest after the ordeal. He likes to hop on the bed and give a dirty look as he plops down with a heavy sigh. He's so silly!

I'll put a pic of a clean Moose up tonight for ya.

Southbound end of Northbound Moose

Its been a couple weeks since the big "snip". Just when we think "things" are healing well, "things" swell to twice their previous size. Dozer gets to visit the doc, which is pretty common if you havent figured that out by now.

He weighs in at 129lbs! The doc grabbed, pulled, poked, and even drew some blood from the swollen area. Would you believe the big boy barely flinched? I'm constantly surprised at his good behavior and extreme pain tolerance. The doc checked for all the common stuff they could think of, but nothing about our boy is common. The tests came back fine and they guessed he pulled some internal stitches. We were sent home with some antibiotics, just in case, and we werent charged for the visit. WOO-HOO!

The doc said if he were you or I, they would suggest putting some ice on the area. So, I had a brain storm later that night. Why not throw a pair of undies on him and shove an ice pack down there. It was quite comical, but it worked great! I turned them around backwards so his tail could poke out the fly. It looked like he had a load in his drawers. After the initial chill wore off he didnt seem to mind too much. The ice and/or meds must have done their job cause things are getting back to normal.

Just another crazy adventure for our Moose. Enjoy some pics!

Dozer's hanging with the vet today. He's not real happy about it, but I'm sure he'll get over it quickly. The worst part was having to skip breakfast. He didn't like that at all. Wish him well!

Pssst.. HEY! Its Dozer. Dad’s been busy lately, and a little lazy if you ask me. He hasn’t updated my site in awhile. I had to hop on here because I really need your help! Let me tell you whats been going on and then I’ll get to the important stuff.

Do you remember that time I ate the stuffing out of mom and dads comforter? I kinda forgot about it and tried it again on their brand new comforter. Dad caught me pretty quickly this time and threatened to kill me. My sweet dear mother came to my rescue. She freaked out and after some research started pouring hydrogen peroxide down my throat. It actually wasn’t too bad. It was kinda fizzy and tickled my tummy. After a few doses of the stuff my tummy tickled so much I lost my dinner and all the stuffing I had been snacking on. Mom said that was a good thing but seemed like a big waste of food to me. Anyway, I made it through okay and decided to leave the comforter alone.. for now.

I got a small whelp on my right check a few weeks ago. Dad said it looked like a bee sting or maybe a scratch but mom got worried and took me to see Doctor Jim. The doc said he thought the Spring season was bringing my allergies back and gave me a shot and some medicine to rub on my face. I hate that medicine! I think I’d rather just have some more shots. The swelling went away but the hair fell out around the spot. Mom says she still loves me but I’m a little self conscious. I now have to turn my head to the right so you can see my good side, the left side! Dad says the hair should grow back soon. I hope he’s right.

You wont believe this! Mom and dad were so busy running around on Saturday they forgot to buy me some more food. I ran out of the good fishy stuff and since I’m not supposed to have anything with chicken in it they fed me some vegetarian junk. It was nasty! I ate a little of it Saturday night because I was about to starve to death but Sunday morning I decided starving to death would be better than eating more of that icky icky boo boo. Daddy was nice and went to the feed store as soon as they opened Sunday and bought me more of my fishy stuff. I love my fishy food! Dad even gave me a little extra and fed me one extra meal yesterday since I refused breakfast. I how I love to eat! I also got some carrots, green beans, and a couple of cookies yesterday so I was a pretty happy boy.

Okay, so here’s the real reason I’m writing. I’m in trouble, big trouble! Mom called Doctor Jim and scheduled me an appointment to have me fixed. Dad says its just a weight reduction thing and it should make me faster. I’m no racing dog and I’ve grown quite attached to those danglies back there. I mean why do they want to get rid of them? I keep them real clean and take good care of them. Hayden had his removed and I laugh at him and tell him he’s a girl and now they want to remove mine too. We cant have that. I need your help! Somebody out there has to come save me! Look, you know you love me. I need your help. Lets work something out. I can dig up your plants, eat your garden vegetables, chew up your wooden furniture, produce lots of “fertilizer”, drool on your clean work pants, tear up your new comforter, walk on your back while your sleeping, or I am sure I have some other useful talent you can use. Come on.. what do you say? Please……