My Pet

¶ … Pet She was bigger than some small children, and her imposing figure sometimes frightened our friends and neighbors. But Moose was harmless; in fact, she was gentler and sweeter than some people I know. She missed us so much when we left the house that she'd always wait by the door and greet us with a wave of affection. Occasionally her kisses were overwhelmingly wet and enthusiastic. She also loved to stand on her hind legs and give us hugs.

When people came over to our house, they knew they would be leaving with souvenir traces of her fur. Her tan and black coat shimmered in the sunlight, and when she ran she looked almost like a doe deer. With such remarkably healthy fur, she really stood out in a crowd. We brushed her regularly but her beauty was mostly natural. Moose had incredible markings: the black diamond on her forehead was as unique as a tattoo. Even for her breed, Moose's ears were unusually large and perfectly triangular.

One of her favorite petting spots was right behind them, where the fur was silky and soft like down feathers. I could swear Moose could understand what we were saying half of the time; I could see her ears move and twitch depending on the flow of conversation and her eyes often spoke volumes. She sensed emotion: when one of us was sad, she would offer comfort and cuddling; when we were joyous, so was she. Well-behaved and obedient, Moose never caused us any troubles.

She came when she was called and she rarely gave us a reason to punish her. As a result, she was extremely well-fed but she luckily never got fat, probably because of her high energy levels and ability to burn off calories. Moreover, she got plenty of exercise.