Five for Friday: Moe In Pictures

I've been going through old photos to make a photo collage of Moe for the wall.  I always want to see him around our house because it is comforting to me.  I did the same thing for Maxx and I'll probably do it for all dogs that I ever have.  I just love them all that much.

Of the photos I've found, digital or paper, here are some of my favorites as of now (and that are available to me right at this moment):

Moe was approximately 6 months old in this photo (circa December 2000).  Jack, the terrier he's playing with, belongs to our friends Matt and Jamie and he's actually older than Moe.  The red toy is the 7Up spot that was Moe's favorite toy (and that was most likely won or stolen out of the Putt Putt claw machine). He tore every limb off that thing monthly and Chris and I sewed them back on so he'd still have his favorite toy.

This photo was taken in 2004...it was the first winter that we lived in our house and Moe had his own backyard.  And he just played and played and played in the snow.  Throwing snowballs to him was the best because he'd look at you like, "Hey!!  You just threw me a ball and now it's gone!  What happened?!?"

Moe was approximately 10 weeks old in this photo (circa September 2000).  He loved rolling around on that beach ball for about 4 minutes until he popped it with his sharp little puppy teeth. 

This is Arvid, Moe's best friend for years.  Arvid belongs to our friends Jessie and Greg.  This photo was taken around May of 2001 when Moe was almost 1 year old.  Those dogs were always attached to each other's throats, but they loved each other.  They even attempted to run away together (in a totally Platonic way, of course), but they didn't get far.  Bassetts aren't fast and Morgan knew he where his food came from.  But that isn't to say that Chris and Greg didn't have to go chasing after them.

This picture was taken in February of 2009 when Jayna was 6 months old.  Moe totally submitted to her once she learned how to sit up.  I guess that's how the order of living things goes...once you can sit up, you're superior.  Moe loved that kid and would've ripped to shreds anyone who would've ever tried to hurt her...probably including me.  And she STILL asks where Moe is.  And then she tells me, "He's in a better place mommy.  And he can fly." :)

Maxx and Oliver were purposely left out of this post.  I'm sure there will be a post dedicated to Moe's kindred spirits. :)