Welcome, Moose

Its only seems appropriate that with the arrival of Moose the puppy that I should revive the Chronicles of Roddick. Who is this Moose character, you ask? Well, that would have to be Matthew Charles Hanna's puppy that he pretty much dognapped from the Humane Society, of course! You see, Moose's story is one of persistence and determination. And of course, frat boy spontaneity. Mustafa Charles Hanna (full legal name) will be a legend, and this is his story.

Thursday, Dec 17th 2009. 4:36PM
New txt from Alex Beeker: "What's your address and landlord's name? Does your landlord allow dogs?"
I know something is up.
Me: "You're adopting a dog for state street?"
Alex Beeker: "Chuck is, we need a landlord's name that allows dogs."
Complete ignorance of concious road block #1, which is that their house does not allow dogs.

Thursday, Dec 17th 2009. 5:07PM
New txt from Chuck Hanna: "So I found the perfect puppy that I would love and care for, but you need to be 21." Complete ignorance of concious road block #2, which is that you need to be 21 years old to adopt a dog.
Me: "Are you asking me to adopt this puppy for you."
Chuck Hanna: "yes."
No, Chuck. There is no way I am going to adopt a puppy for you. It's one of those things you just don't do. It's like how everyone knows not to hold a stranger's luggage at an airport before going through the security scan. No.

Thursday, Dec 17th 2009. 5:09pm.
New picture txt from Dave Moldawer:


Damn. I'm sold. At this point if I said no it would be like telling Chuck, Beeker, and Moldy that Santa Clause doesn't exist. To Chuck, Beeker, and Moldy: if you are reading this, that was just a lie. Of course Santa exists! You can stop crying now Beeker.

Fast forward. Friday afternoon, Humane Society. Adoption fail. Apparently having another dog requires you to bring your dog in for a puppy interaction meeting. They also do call your landlord to make sure you can have a dog. Too bad having an extra dog means paying $20 more each month. Rent fail. I go to work, feeling shitty that I couldn't help them get the dog and that I just wasted 2 hours sitting in a smelly room. Still, I know this is just another roadblock, and I'm sure would eventually find a dog to adopt... maybe after college?

Friday, Dec 18th 2009. 6:10pm.
New txt message from Chuck Hanna:


It's literally 3 hours after we left the Humane Society. Chuck has hijacked the puppy. How you ask? Stay tuned, for Welcome, Moose (Part 2)!