Me and My Moose

Every morning I get up at 3a.m. to pump milk for Adrian. He's asleep, so is every one else in the house for that matter. That is except for me and Oreo. (I call him Moose. We didn't name him, my brother-in-law did. And if I had gotten to name him, I think I would have named him Moose.) So every morning, when my alarm goes off, he gets up with me. He goes to the kitchen to get the bottles with me. Then he'll come and lay on the couch beside me. When I'm done I tell him, come on Moosie, let's go to back to bed. He gets right back up next and back to sleep we go. Joel and I ended up with Oreo when my brother-in-law left. Joel at the time really didn't want him, and we didn't know when Marcel Sr. was coming back. So I was the one taking care of him. I did the feeding and walking, bathing. I was trying to teach him to be a nice boy. I would take him outside to eat and put my hands all over him and in his bowl. Anyway, because of all that, he has become my dog. Joel calls him a mama's boy all the time. Oreo is my shadow. He makes the 3a.m. wake up call a little easier. Love my Moose.