Mooshy: New and improved

Mooshy, this little dog, is like magic - balm for my boredom; giving me a direction in which to pour this need to take care of something, to fix some of what I see around me in this wasted country as broken and aching. Nursing him out of the damage the first two months of his life had done has been amazing and rewarding. He is a permanent fixture in our life now - has been since the first night we scooped him up in all his dirty-baby glory out of the street gutter and watched him sleep for ten hours straight in a corner of our bedroom on the pillow we donated to his comfort.
He was so small and so wasted away that every little peep and slightest movement brought us running with love and milk and treats and attention.
Now he is a darling little nightmare and we're backtracking; working to train some politeness into his very spoiled demeanor.
It's incredibly satisfying to see him in his happiest moments, bounding around the room in the morning so excited to see us, wanting only our affection and demanding nothing more (or less - if he doesn't get the attention he wants he finds a way to get it even if it means doing things he knows perfectly well are illegal in my own personal Islamic Republic and will get him in big trouble.)

We've come to the conclusion that he chose us, but it doesn't really matter one way or another, he's our baby now.