I am the grandmother to a moose. Yes, you heard me correctly, a MOOSE. She doesn't have a "re al" name, it is simply "moose" or "moosie." She has become a permanent and important part of our daily life. Yesterday Moose looked at me and said "Grandma!" Wow. Not ready for the one quite yet. Guess I'm getting some practice in on a small, blue well-loved moose with no neck to speak of any more. (Her neck has been "loved" do wn into her belly). She 1st joined our family when Savvy was 1 or so, a nd went ignored for quite a while...I think she was discovered shortly after the little brother came on the scene. Moose goes EVERYWHERE with us, and occasionally sleeps at other people's houses, esp.Grandma's (on accident)...Once we thought we'd left her at Safeway and I almost cried...until I remembered, she is just a BLUE MOOSE. Still, she is part of every thing in life... "Momma, Moosie doesn't like that. Momma, Moos...
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