Credit: Rebekah Sease
Who’s ready for a Belly Rub? Hi, I’m Macy-Moo! Or just “Macy,” if we’re being formal. My Mom calls me “Monkey,” but honestly, I’ll respond to anything if cookies are involved.
I’m a fluff ball of sunshine with a grin from ear to ear—and usually a toy in my mouth. My favorite is Lamb Chop… or a ball… or, once upon a time, toilet paper. Yes, I used to redecorate the house, TP-style. Now that I’m more mature (ish), I prefer parading my toys instead.
On special days, I activate zoomie mode! Though lately, it’s more of a sloomie where I slo-mo, drop and wiggle! Adventure still calls, but on my terms—unless Mom’s driving for a pup cup! Somedays I’m found kicking in the door bolting out to greet people. I’ve even been to a few open houses where I discovered treasures to bring home!
I’m a people dog more than a dog-dog; no offense but, have you ever seen a dog give belly rubs and treats? Didn’t think so.
I’m a lucky dog for so many reasons, but mostly because of my Mom; my treat dealer, belly rub agent, and chauffeur. I also had the best big sister, Opal, for nearly 12 years. She helped shape my delightful weirdness. We miss her a lot, but I try to keep Mom laughing every day.
Credit: Rebekah Sease
Take our beach days, for example. I play tag with the ocean: run in, cool off then the ocean chases me out; repeat. Mom laughs every time. And when she and her friends chill, I dig a deep sand chair until only my head shows—like a furry Pez dispenser.
But let’s not talk about vacuums or brooms. I’m smuggling paradise home in my fur, and Mom insists on cleaning it. WHY? Those monsters are terrifyingly traumatic - PTSD is real.
The truth is, I cherish belly rubs more than anything. I flop belly-up like a pro and, if ignored, will bark until compliance is achieved. I do not like to be ignored.
My life is beautiful—filled with belly rubs, cookies, beach days, and people I love. I know I’m lucky because Mom chose me to be her Monkey-Macy-Moo.