That was his name.
He was sweet. He was spunky. He was often funny… but MORE often, he was stubborn as a mule.
Moses, quite frankly, was a pain in the BEHIND.
But he was just about the cutest puppy you ever did lay eyes upon. I’ll admit it… he had us from “Hello”.
My brother had come home with him as a gift to my parents, one day. You see, our two childhood dogs has since passed away, and my family, being the animal lovers that we are, couldn’t be without a furry, loyal companion to love, for too long.
(Ok… I’m actually more of a CLOSET animal lover. I try to keep it on the down low, so my kids don’t catch wind of it and start ramping up their begging sessions for an indoor pet. My plate, right now, is heaping. And an *cough* another *cough* animal to take care of may just be the straw that breaks the camel’s ENTIRE BODY, sending it to it’s very early grave… NEVER TO RETURN. Catching my drift, here? K… shhhhh.)
I was in college at the time, yet still living at home with my sister and my parents. My brother, on the other hand was set to attend a college halfway across the country… so when he left for school (the first time any of us had moved out, you see) Moses maybe-kinda-sorta stood as a stand in for my big bro, in my parents eyes.
And while my brother had most certainly not been coddled by my parents while growing up, THIS dog was as spoiled as the day is long. No wait… LONGER.
It seemed EVERY time I needed to rush out of the door for one of my classes or to make it to work on time, Moses had to “go out”. You know… PEE. So, (because I was, clearly, a GIGANTIC sucker) I let him out.
And I waited.
EONS later, once that darned dog had done his “duty”, I called him to come back in so that I could get my butt out the door and maintain some level of dignity with my superiors at work/school.
And what did that dog do?? I tell you no lie, he looked me straight in the eye, cocked his head ever so slightly, and sat his big ol’ butt RIGHT DOWN where he was, and waited.
Waited for what, you ask?? That silly, incredulous dog was waiting for a treat.
No, he didn’t get a treat every time someone ELSE let him in from outside, but somehow that dog KNEW when I was in a hurry, and KNEW that I would eventually cave in… that I’d go against ALL the I believe in concerning the world of training and rearing up, well, ANYTHING, and give him a treat just to get his lazy BAHIND back into the house! EVERY.SINGLE.TIME. Without fail.
I was used and abused.
And then there were the “ice cream episodes”.
A beloved, traditional late night snack of ours in the Doeing (my maiden name) household, used to be a nice big bowl of ice cream… for as far back as I can remember.
Well, somewhere along the line, Moses decided it was to be HIS late night snack as well. So whenever someone had a bowl of ice cream they were working on, Moses would trot on over… sit his pampered rear down at your feet, and proceed to stare at you, with rivers of saliva streaming down the sides of his mouth onto the floor, for as long as it took you to “enjoy” your bowl of deliciousness. And if you didn’t save him some, you were riddled with guilt and remorse as my parents then stared YOU down and asked, “How COULD you?”
My mom was a complete clean freak and STILL encouraged this kind of behavior!
After you gave him his proclaimed “share” of the booty, you then had to go get some paper towels and cleaner to wipe up his saliva.
Like something out of a sitcom, I tell you!
And ANOTHER thing, if this dog didn’t want to move… he DIDN’T. Yeah, good luck with THAT one.
Oh, Moses used to drive me insane!
Yet, years later, after I had long since married Thomas and moved out of the house… when it was clear that Moses was not much longer for this life, somehow, all I could see was that insanely cute little puppy, with those ridiculously long ears that he used to constantly trip over, cocking his adorable little head to the side as if to say “could you come cuddle with me?”
And after he passed? I quietly, secretly wished I could save him just one more bowl of ice cream.
My Mama wanted me to make “Moses” for her birthday this year. I happily agreed. Xx
For my fellow cakers, some work in progress pictures…
The body was strawberry sour cream cake iced in vanilla buttercream, and then covered in white modeling chocolate.
His head is solid modeling chocolate.
See my Modeling Chocolate video tutorial, here, for the recipe and directions to make your own modeling chocolate!
I used an armature structure to support his head. (I’ll have a video tutorial available soon, that will explain how I made it.)
All of his legs/paws and his tail are made from modeling chocolate.
I added a “fur-like” detail using a pointy stick tool. (Umm… not sure of the official name for that one, but a toothpick would do the job just as well.)
I made a white bow out of modeling chocolate, as well, but removed it before I airbrushed Moses’s color on… and then popped it onto his back, afterwards.
His entire coloring was done with an airbrush.
Save your pennies for an airbrush if you don’t yet have one! You NEEEEEEEEEEEEED one.
You will fall in love and NE-VAH look back.
Here’s a link to my tools page, that lists what airbrush package I own and love, and also lists several of my other favorite tools!!!!
With his final touches… buttercream grass and confectioner’s glaze for his eyes and nose.
Both of which you can also find on my tools page!