Name: Mo Chara, Mo for short
Age: 3 years
City: Washington, DC
Mo’s story as told by his person, Aideen:
His name is Mo Chara (“My Friend” in Irish, I’m from Ireland) but we call him “Mo”. He just turned 3 in July. We, my husband Ian and I, adopted him in New York in 2010, and in 2011 we moved to the DC Metro area. So, he is for now, a Washington D.C. dog with a Mammy from Ireland and a Daddy from Boston.
He looooves to do agility and has a real talent for it. He especially loves it when he knows that his favorite treat is on its way, Doggie Ice Cream. Any sort of large ball he can get his teeth in to either, and he’s happy out.
Every time we walk down the street and meet other dogs, he just wants to sniff and play with all of them. Funnily enough, he absolutely loves playing with the smallest dogs he can find. And most of them love him. If not, they bark and well, Mo just wants nothing to do with a barking dog so he’ll just walk the other way.
He really is one the happiest dogs in the world. In fact, a neighbor in our building actually described him as “always so positive” which I took pride in knowing my Mo was giving the right impressions. Unfortunately, due to his color and size, a great amount of people judge him on his appearance and that really does break my heart. However, I look at him and realize he doesn’t even notice them judging him so we both move on with our lives from people like that.
The cutest thing I’ve ever seen with Mo was when he playing with a neighbor dog, in New York. It was around Christmas 2011 when a huge blizzard swept up the East Coast. The neighbor dog, Sparky, and Mo were brought out in the snow after the worst of blizzard had past, leaving about 2 feet of fluffy, pure white, untouched snow in the nearby soccer field. So, we released the dogs. The could not get enough of it. They were prancing up and down, getting lost, making little tunnels of their bodies like a worm hole every where they tracked. They were 2 very happy dogs. When they were done, they came back to us pining for a hot water bottle and a cup of hot chocolate. (well, I’m assuming that much) but as soon as Mo got home, he curled up on his bed and didn’t move for the rest of the day.
I think that memory is extra special because blizzards and heavy snow fall are few and far between in DC so it was nice that he at least had the chance to experience it and have a lot of fun. There have been plenty of fun summer days here tho. But that’s for another day 🙂
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