Selah's Pets

These are Selah's two dogs.

The pug is actually a "foster dog" we are caretaking while his owner is away fighting a stupid war in Iraq. Her name is Winnie, and she is about 50 years old (in human years). She's portly, she's stocky and she's old - but don't let that furry exterior fool you - she can turn Sumo Wrestler crossed-with-growling Howler Monkey in a hot second. Winnie likes to watch cartoons and movies with Selah, and becomes aggressively protective when she sees Chewbacca or any other furry creature appear on the screen. Selah likes to put bonnets on Winnie. She's hoping for a basket attachment for her bike soon, "so I can stick Winnie in there, like E.T. and Elliott, flying over the moon."

The black pup is Mosu, our Manchester Terrier who famously hunts rabbits (and ate our beloved chicken). We adopted Mosu from a local no-kill animal shelter about two years ago. He's an amazing dog, very smart and loyal, and very attached to Selah. We have to bar her bedroom shut at night because Mosu has found a way to climb her bunkbed ladder. He loves to snuggle with his favorite girl, but his fur makes her sneeze when it's slathered all over her blankets. :0(

These pets are an integral part of Selah's life, and she's just starting to be involved in their daily care and feeding. She is constantly trying to talk me into giving the dogs baths, and will randomly bring me clean rags to clean their ears. "I think I'll let the vet do that when we take them in next week," I say. "I'm a vet, I can do it," says Miss Selah. The dogs always manage to escape her intentions of ear cleaning, and I think they can sense when she's going to attack. They hide under the beds.

"They look little and sweet and stuff, but they'll bark you off our land, or... eat your chicken." Selah says.