Moose Sweeney
NOTE FROM PET HARBOR: Moose has a very touching story. Moose was named for Brian "Moose" Sweeney, a victim of the September 11, 2001 tragedy. Little Moose was adopted by Brian Sweeney's widow. He obviously cannot take Brian's place, but you can see from below that he has saturated his Mommy's heart.
(You can read my biography.)
My name is Moose Sweeney, and I was adopted from Pet Harbor in August of 2002!! I was just 10 pounds when my mommy drove 10 hours just to find me. The day she arrived, I had on my little Viking helmet in honor of the man that I was named after, Brian "Moose" Sweeney.
My mommy says that I have all the intelligence AND all of the attitude of my namesake!! Over the past 10 months, I have found a home on beautiful Cape Cod!!
I have put on 40 pounds and celebrated my 1st birthday. I even had my very own doggy birthday cake and lots of presents. As you can see, I am not an only child, although I know that I am the favorite. My mommy tells me every night just how special I am when I crawl into bed with her and all my siblings have to stay downstairs. Don't worry. They aren't neglected. They sleep on the couches!!! But I am a mommy's boy.
The first trip that she took without me, I tried to dig out of the house just to find her. That didn't work so well, and Mommy was fired up. Since then, I've been rather good.......an occasional magazine or remote control will do just fine when she forgets to leave me my special bone filled with peanut butter!!! I have been house trained since December!!!
As a matter of fact, I like to go out all the time because when I do my business, I get a treat. Actually, when I do anything cute, I get a treat. I am spoiled, but at least I can admit it. Mommy melts when I look at her....shes quite a pushover. I am so happy to be in my new home with all of my siblings. We keep each other quite busy. Let me rephrase that.......I keep myself quite busy. I am always after one of them to play with me. If they ignore me, I steal their toys, or dangle one of mine in front of them. That gets them moving. My mom calls me her little punk, and she thinks I'm perfect.

