Mo, about 12, was passed around from person to person. He’s a good boy, he just had the misfortune of landing with people who weren’t committed to him. At some point, a front foot was badly injured and not fixed, so he has a splayed, flat foot. But we’ve got him on pain meds, he gets around fine, and loves walking out across the prairie, sniffing the ground.
Mo’s very favorite thing, though, is lying on the back deck, keeping an eye on things out in the back 40, and alerting us when the horses in the nearby pasture get frisky and take off across the field.
He’s a big boy but sometimes acts like a goofy puppy. He likes playing with squeaky toys, and he’ll often chase his tail to make people laugh.
