Moe is such a good friend, and I miss him a great deal. We've had him and his two brothers, Erik and Buster, since birth. They are ten years old now. Their mother, Pepper, was hit by a car shortly after she gave birth. She died in my arms.
Moe is lazy, as you can imagine, but he is the smartest and fastest of the three. He likes to throw his weight around and often smacks his brothers if they get too close to him while he's relaxing. (He's just playing, though; he's a big wimp.) He's very affectionate towards me (and my mum) and loves to play fight with me. Believe it or not, he loves it when I slap his rump as hard as I can. He gets all riled up and loves biting my legs. We chase each other around and really play rough.
He's been known to open doors and flush the toilet to watch the water spin round. His favourite game is playing fetch with a balloon with a little water in it. His favourite food is salmon paste, and for desert he loves donuts or whipped cream. He loves the smell of freshly shampooed hair and bleach on hands.
I'll try to get some pictures of his brothers up soon.