About Moose
Moose is the son of a full
blooded, registered Dalmatian and a North Georgia, dirt road, feral mountain
dog (his mother) that showed up at our home years ago, uninvited and unwanted. She
was seriously attracted to Jesse (being in heat as she was) and moved in
despite our objections. Now after several years she has become an integral part
of our family. It was this Romeo and Juliet relationship that produced
Moose. He is unique as dogs go and has been a great deal of company
and pleasure for me since he was born under the front porch in the middle of
the night a number of years ago. Like many Dalmatians (even a part Dalmatian)
he is more or less a one person dog. Moose does however really love Linda too.
Every morning after I feed him and let him into the house he rushes to her
side and loves on her until she spends a moment caressing him and giving him
attention. He is dedicated and interested in whatever I am doing all ways ,no
matter what time night or day. In the afternoons he comes out to the front
porch and jumps onto the sleeping couch at my feet. While I am reading my
latest book he naps, ever listening and smelling, even when sound asleep. He is
aware of what is going on all the time. Frequently while he is sleeping I see
his moist black nose twitching, picking up strange odors and fragrances while he
is unconscious. It is as though all things in our area are telegraphing signals
directly to his unsleeping nose. All at once he is up on his feet stomping his
way across me, pillows being thrown asunder leaping to the floor and racing
through the house for reasons unknown to me. He can transition from being sound
asleep to tearing through the house barking hysterically in a matter of nano
seconds. This occurs when anyone, friend or foe comes to the house, driving or
walking. J.D. (his mother) frequently
barks at something unseen outside on the road or in the bushes and he rushes to
her side assisting in the chaos of alerting the house. Sometimes it is a
person, an animal, a deer, a snake or even a turtle that is causing all the commotion.
We never know but almost always get up to see just in case it is an ax murderer
on the loose coming down the driveway.
Moose played in the creek
when the grand boys were here and was very social, all things considered. Moose
was raised almost totally without children and doesn't know how to act when
they bound from behind a door, leap into the air and scream at him. Linda and I
almost never do that sort of thing. He has enough of his daddy (Jesse, the
Dalmatian) in him to be somewhat cantankerous and does upon occasion growl and
gives strangers (and family members) nasty looks. He has never bitten or even
nipped anyone. I cannot say that about his father. Moose looks very much like
Jesse but with many, many more spots. He is about 3/4 of Jesse's size but
personality wise he is way more sociable and a much sweeter, happier dog. Living
with Jesse was kind of like living with a relative who was always in a bad mood
and was always critical of everything you might do. Moose’s favorite activity
is getting into the creek and wading up and down looking for frogs. He does
this for hours on end. This might explain why he has been bitten by copperheads
twice in his life here at Big Creek. It is impossible to keep him out of the
creek on the off chance of him being snake bitten however small, is worth the
risk. It does happen but his life spent running free with wild abandon is a big
payoff for a relative small risk. There is a community over near Blue Ridge
called “Snake Nation.” For Moose’s sake I am certainly glad we do not live there.
Most people who meet Moose
comment on what a nice, beautiful and friendly dog he is. A friend, Ed Whorley who
lives fairly near us on Pisga Road commented one day when I dropped by to see
him with Moose in the front seat, “That is how all dogs should look”. I took it
as a great compliment.